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 crutch my need my everything. | |
There's not a question of sincerity, 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 away |