I am your panic room,
constant and
never changing.
You built me up
for when you're breaking.

I am your panic room,
your last resort,
but always here
when you decide you need me.

All I needed was your hand to hold when mine was shaking,
and something steady to grasp when I wasn't stable.
I needed your time, but you had none to give away.
I wanted a loan, something to get me by.
I was thinking love, but you had something else in mind

All I got was your hand in the wrong places,
and a grasp I couldn't escape from.
I needed your help, but you had none to offer.
I wanted out, anything to say goodbye.
You were thinking a walk to the bedroom,
but I was thinking suicide.

I know this place, it swallows you whole if you stop moving.
It's dark, and not as friendly as the shadows claim to be.
This place is one I've come to know through your troubled hands
and through the slits in my skin, it has come to know me.
Wandering aimlessly without light to find my way out of the abyss,
fighting off the grasp that holds so tightly.
But it's a battle that can't be won
when you're breaking your own bones to be free.