My Turn

I see with my eyes The face, scratched, holding on tight If I should tell what I've seen the story would start at the end 'Cuz from the end the core is never too far Strong mind, fighting for life You've been carrying your burdens and scars Any steps you make is bringing you closer to the ground And I know that you can rest now She said "Let me have a spot If I talk to much you can throw me out The wind is cold, and I feel tired, I won't do harm When will it be my turn?" Sight blurred, to stay involved Dress code is only tight and short Tied up feet in skimpy heels You suffocate from chains since ever At night (At night) When it's time (Always dark) You run away from absolution Absent from your duties once more She said "Let me have a spot If I talk to much you can throw me out The wind is cold, and I feel tired, I won't do harm When will it be my turn?" Now that she has woken up She sees the doors and windows are locked Light is rare, she hears someone, the whispers sneak in deep in her mind The voice says "You've always been here Working for me is all you'll ever have" She said "Let me have a spot If I talk to much you can throw me out The wind is cold, and I feel tired, I won't do harm When will it be my turn?" She said "Let me have a spot If I talk to much you can throw me out The wind is cold, and I feel tired, I won't do harm When will it be my turn? I see with my eyes The face, scratched, holding on tight If I should tell what I've seen the story would start at the end 'Cuz from the end the core is never too far My turn is far