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I feel the walls close around me |
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Shadows dance before my eyes |
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I hear the clock tick, it's talking |
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Telling tales of wasted time |
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Just need to catch my breath |
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I've been under too much stress |
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Trapped -- |
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I've been too long here on the inside |
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I'm stranded, stuck here on my own |
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I'm trapped -- |
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A prisoner of my own design |
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On the brink of sensory overload |
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When desperation surrounds me naturally |
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I rationalize |
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But will this calm leave, forsake me with the night apostatize? |
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Can't help, but hold my breath |
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Afraid of what comes next: |
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Trapped -- |
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I've been too long here on the inside |
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I'm stranded, stuck here on my own |
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I'm trapped -- |
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A prisoner of my own design |
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On the brink of sensory overload |
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Never felt so alone |
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Anguish hits me like a stone |
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Who can I blame for engineering my fate |
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When what |
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I love becomes what |
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I hate? I'm finally out of breath |
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Feels like there's nothing left |