How is it possible to suffocate with all this space
Practicing yelling until I'm blue in the face
Just to see what it's like to hear myself now hear me out
Every now and then we need a good shout
This goes out to the ones that bottle everything up
Small things bubble, soon that cork will pop
I need to learn to let it out, take it from me it's not a crime
I've had too much space and time