Escape:

Why is it you I think about, when all I want to do is be in doubt .

Like a patient that all that is thought about is when there's a chance to Scream and shout

It's the pain and every day in my mind it rains, only to be betrayed

It's say it's going to be ok, then please tell me my why the hell am I still going insane.

Let me guess because your deranged, your sick in the head but most of all your to blame.

And you wonder why I'm full if rage, why feel I can rip the doors off this iron cage.

Cause I can look at you and picture me ripping off your face.


My mistake Let's set a softer pace. Ones that's more malleable, something with a hint of grace.

To become angry when to realize I'm still stuck in this un forsaken maze

These shackles still bond me all the while my freedom haunt me.

How daunting, for time to fly by it's not me you see.

Why bother why even try to help escape.