Trapped

How am I supposed to know?
The time when I’ve gone too far and dropped to low
Has come, though I feel just fine?

So how am I supposed to survive?
When I'd rather be dead than alive
Without being able to run away
To a place full of colors other than plain grey?

Birthday girl, what a shame,
All alone, far away
Echoes calling,
Calling my name,
Oh, let's forever stay.

I don't care if it's too late,
I think I lost my mind,
Now my soul is what I aim to find.