Locked House

I was raised in a small house where dreams would die

It didn't matter who you wanted to be At the end of the day it was all a lie

So I grew up to be a man in a mask Hoping to find my cape and finally fly at last

Holiday times was the worst Because we were surrounded by little lines

Big family but very little love It almost felt like strangers from time to time

Cause we all sat at the dinner table Tired of our lives

Now I can't imagine how life would be like If we were all living happy

If most of us weren't just existing And we weren't living sadly

Maybe we would have built a spaceship like we in Manhattan

Maybe we would have had a Manchester player walking by our garden