I cant see ever feeling right again
Im on a raft in a river thats roaring away with me
What good does it do me to have what I want
When Im in no shape to enjoy what I have
Boiling
Im burning
Im losing my hold
On the life that I had
Running
Im hiding
Im telling myself
That these things arent so bad
I can see theres just no way out of this (one)
I can feel the walls closing in on me
The door at the end of the tunnel is far too small
And theres 24 metric tons of fear closing in on me
