A knightly forest de Shandon

Feeling prisoner in the darkest room
who can help me hereabout no one
i think back to an immaginary boy
used to share with him the same sensation i feel
nobody cares
in front of me you do look different
fitter plum and settled down happier
maybe in future i will turn more like you
i can only stare at the dark now dimming the trees
nobody cares