Waking up In this foreign place
The walls are closing in
And I can't breath
There's no room for hope
No room for faith
A shattered dream
Rolls down my face
And no matter how hard
I seem to push
These walls are determine
To smush , me
I'm struggling
And shouting
But all I can hear
Is the echoes of my anxiety
On death row
I see my life
Like a slideshow
Past before my eyes
My ribs crack
I scream
I can't desipher
What this means
But Im not waking from this
Dream
All that will be left
Is my echoes
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
Waking up In this foreign place
The walls are closing in
And I can't breath
There's no room for hope
No room for faith
A shattered dream
Rolls down my face
And no matter how hard
I seem to push
These walls are determine
To smush , me
I'm struggling
And shouting
But all I can hear
Is the echoes of my anxiety
On death row
I see my life
Like a slideshow
Past before my eyes
My ribs crack
I scream
I can't desipher
What this means
But Im not waking from this
Dream
All that will be left
Is my echoes
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