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 [bad word] 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