| I feel the walls close around me | |
| Shadows dance before my eyes | |
| I hear the clock tick, it's talking | |
| Telling tales of wasted time | |
| Just need to catch my breath | |
| I've been under too much stress | |
| Trapped -- | |
| I've been too long here on the inside | |
| I'm stranded, stuck here on my own | |
| I'm trapped -- | |
| A prisoner of my own design | |
| On the brink of sensory overload | |
| When desperation surrounds me naturally | |
| I rationalize | |
| But will this calm leave, forsake me with the night apostatize? | |
| Can't help, but hold my breath | |
| Afraid of what comes next: | |
| Trapped -- | |
| I've been too long here on the inside | |
| I'm stranded, stuck here on my own | |
| I'm trapped -- | |
| A prisoner of my own design | |
| On the brink of sensory overload | |
| Never felt so alone | |
| Anguish hits me like a stone | |
| Who can I blame for engineering my fate | |
| When what | |
| I love becomes what | |
| I hate? I'm finally out of breath | |
| Feels like there's nothing left |