Inside my mind, I have doors but no handles
I see windows with no hooks
There are exit signs with no escape below
Do you enjoy my futility?

Empty chairs in my own auditorium
Laughs but no cheers, something quells inside my stomach
On my knees, crippled screams rage from within
I can’t feel my feelings

Every step toward the circle is a stab
Encased by their fingers, pointing out my flaws
A light burning through my eyes, into my head
Spotlight to my angst

They don’t understand the torment
It fuels the fire
Dizzying my thoughts, clarity looks in
Why do they still point?

The glass shatters, the doors bellow forth
From my tips come the lightning
I am fire, there is no way to put me out
Run till the blood rushes from your head

The moment, it fades too quickly
Empty inside my own auditorium
An open soul with no love to give
For a second, there could be something… strong