Thoses who had to live

thoses who are allowed to breath , breathing in state where they feel free , thoses who see her eyes , their hearth being shared , being desired and loved , walk thought that live feeling in their place. Thoses feeling locked in a closed garden , only allowed to peak thought the leaf , i wanted to live this , i wanted to burn in thoses irreal sentiment. Years have passed and i struggle more and more to even mimic thoses forbiden lives in my dreams. A broken automat that i have play in repeat thousand of times , too many pieces have been lost , i don't belong to their species anymore. I belong to nothing , that's tree eated to the roots will die and erase himself like he never existed.