One Chance

Writhing, seeking after a light that doesn't seem to exist..
A dancing hope, about to go out.
How long can I play along to this dance?
Throwing myself forwards, letting this rhythm take hold;
I don't care much, but it means everything to me.
This concept, this idea... this life.
As I watch from the shadows, kept apart from their light,
I see everything I could ever dream of:
They're all so happy, so carefree, yet so caring and cared for.
I'm cold, this gooseflesh no longer leaves my skin.
Sometimes I feel as though my heart doesn't even beat anymore,
How can a dead heart beat?
This pressure has created a box around me,
I feel pushed everywhere I go, conformed into a deadly stereotype;
I'm screaming, unaudibly, I'm screaming.
What is there in this life?
Unlock the key to my heart, please!
Just give me a chance, one chance,
One chance to prove that I can feel, that I can love,
That I can live; I hate being dead.