to run would be bliss
but of you, who would miss
the me i am inside
censor myself to survive
ad what of stability
when everything gets locked in
losing my ability
to keep it within
losing my mental awareness
as i fall apart again
losing all of my hope
and staring to give in
losting my love again
as if id had any more to give
to losing all i once knew
desperation setting in
and here i thought id grew
and here i thought id grew