The walls are closing in
Breathing is is is is imposible
Stuttering on almost every word
Trying to rush what I have to say
It was never meant to end like this
I was suppose to be the one in the coffin
You were to be at home asleep
Exhausted from running
From boulder tears rolling down your cheeks
Instead I'm locked in here
In the asylum of my own thoughts
Wondering every possible way
Of how it ended with us both
Hanging from a tree
Holding hands with a corpse
I'm still han...wait I can feel it
I'm slipping away into your arms