Just when it felt like these walls weren't so close, and the grip of what held me
Tight was close enough for my escape... I fell again, and where were you my
Cruch my need my everything there's a question of sinserty, but a question
Of what used to be... and for right now, I'm moving in the only way I know how.
And that's what I have to do. an escape may never be but I must try ...to be seen ...
Once more I'm sorry for all that's been lost- promises broken ... I'm slipping