When

Here are my feet that cannot move
even standing is the hardest thing to do
Here is my voice that cannot speak.
even mumbling needs more than courage
Here are my wings that cannot fly
chained with pairs of insincerity
buried in tons of lies called love
as there is nothing free in this world
for every breath I take
for every movement I make
for every voice I scream
has its own price
When is my time?
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No, I don't need your money. 
I don't need your screaming with the worst that you can.
I don't need your love, which will surely go away when I don't listen to you.
What is love to you, anyway?
This time everything shall be my policy. 
This is my life, not yours.