Darkness surrounds her

As she tries to break free

The binds that tie her

Also tie me

We try together

To untie the binds

Birds of a feather

Now both blind

Living in hell

The house our prison

We both know too well

What is the reason

Rich and lucky

Most people think

The gilded cage is heavy

Both on the brink

Luxury is a habit

No money for ourselves

Trust fund rabbits

Life on the shelves