Puttin on my emo shoes and staring at em
I am tired my constitution fading,
Spending bulk time in a dark room
I found inside my head.
I keep locking myself in there,
Misplacing the key intentionally.
I know where the exit lies
But I don�t look at it,
I do not want to see it.
I have things to do.
All I do there is run circles
Until I collapse from lack of revelations.
I spend the days avoiding
The sweet misery I have found in there.
The last thing on my mind when I leave
Is going back.
Yet I always return to surround myself
With the white-noise confusion.
Like standing alone in a snowstorm
Atop a tall building.
Up down left and right disappear
The reason I once thought I possessed
Replaced with a sea of illogical anxiety.
The feeling comes and goes
With Doppler qualities
It is not there then quietly
It approaches, out of tune
Thankfully fading away in the distance.
Why can�t I stop it anymore?
I just keep locking myself away
In that goddamn room.
I don�t belong in there
I don�t recognize the pictures on the walls.
They aren�t pictures of me anymore.
Kick down the fucking door,
And run away. Keep running.
You don�t belong in there.