The lost key

I locked myself among four walls
to hide the tears that i don't let to fall
and the voices that stay inside my neck.
There are no windows and the door is locked.
Sometimes i think that i want
to go out and live my life
but i cant find the key to unlock myself.
Then i laugh because i remember you have it
and i lay again in my bed looking up.

The walls have no voices but sometimes they feel alive
like listeners of my life, cold and unmoved.
I am not afraid to go out,
i just find no reason to do this.
Life lost its meaning, like i lost my key.
Maybe in the end i will just pray you will bring it back.
After all you are my dear thief who stole my heart and the key to open it.