The sirens file around these walls.
Emptiness and darkness began to look the same.
Walls start to blur and fade away.
And suddenly I’m back at the scene of the crime.
But is this really where I want to be?
Do I need a real explanation?
Please tell me where I need to be.
Are you really here beside me?
It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been waiting, but it is the worst I’ve ever had.
It’s not like I can’t live without you, because I certainly can.
Why does everyone keep looking down on me?
Why is everything stopping?
And why do you keep leaving when you know I can’t breathe?
It's almost like you *know.