On a wrinkled piece of paper, br br I lay in extreme centre. br br I am depressed and wounded, br br Yet nobody is astounded. br br I lay there like a lifeless soul, br br With no one to give me hope. br br I have never been given a hug. br br Always been treated like a slug. br br On a wrinkled piece of paper, br br I lay in extreme centre. br br I have always gotten rude gestures, br br From children, family, friends and teenagers. br br Everyone greets me with a Bye-Bye, br br And then tears prick my eyes. br br I have always remained shackled, br br My life, my death, my grave, br br My soul, my body bound in reins. br br On a wrinkled piece of paper, br br I lay in extreme centre.