Screaming in horrid, agonizing pain.              |
I start to wonder if I've gone insane.                 |
Can someone tell me how to wreck this train. |            
I need to stop turning good people to grain.    |            
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Telling myself I've got a problem.
Too much pride to ask the doc.
Calling from my man-made cage,
while steadily, clicking the lock.

I need a release,
the hot air just grows,
if I don't blow up,
I may start to float.

Maybe it's heartburn,
maybe the headache will go,
but inside I tell myself,
"you're faking, you know."

A shudder down my back,
I'm holding in a scream,
but I don't need to turn around,
to know I'm afraid of nothing.

I can tell you more and more,
than you thought I'd ever know,
but when it comes to  happy endings,
I cling to let everything go.