Have I lost the words
Or am I just trapped?
You'll hear me scream,
Yet not a sound will pour out.

The floor board creaks,
The thumps on the wall,
The shadows at the corner of my eyes,
The faint whispers
I think I heard-

Every little sense has drowned.
Every thought floats around.
I'm running in circles
Trying to decode your last goodbye,
But I think I'm starting to fail.
My own heart has become my jail.
- A&G