I Burned, was me
No self defence as I was deep
Enclosed with walls
room that makes me feel so small

And though I’m still alive sometimes against my will
You see this state of mind
I’m conscience but I’m blind

I want much more but different things
Could be in store
For me I guess to see if one could pass the test

dream but real
Shadows haunting me to steal

My Blood,
My Air
The things inside that make me care

Falling [bad word] running,
Flowing flowing,
Drifting away