Do you know how it feels to be a prisoner in your own skin?
How every night the heaviness in your shoulders get worse
and you have to wonder if it's because you've always had to carry your own world
or if it's because of the weight of your demons

Have you ever felt your self trying to burst out from under your skin?
How your heart tries to claw its way out of your chest
like it's been drowning for years in your own blood
How your chest feels like it's going to explode
How you have to stop yourself every night from trying to let it go free

I may live in this body but it's no longer my home
these shaky hands and lonely bones—
I don't want anything to do with them
Do you know how it feels?
How every night I think about running away from my own skin?

How, no matter how hard I run,
I know that this is the only reality I'll ever have