The Key is not in my hand

I want to get free from your prison, But the key is not in my hand The thing is the idea came so sudden I want to be a free man I'm thinking of you in every moment.. like your the only thing I see or more than.. Your the window that I wish it never closes then the air in my life will be band I love you so much and thats so scary, I'm losing who I am I know one day you will leave me.. then I'll walk alone again.. My tears cant attract your sympathy My image in your mind must be gone.. I guess you cant hear my screams, and feel my torchered heart I'm hunted by you in my dreams, and in my daily life.. The life that has so much suffer, more than any life. I wish I can get my freedom but the key is not in my hand.