I know what is in there. I've seen it.
It's not nice. It's more broken than anything.
There's no one in there, believe it
Just like ice, it's colder than what winter brings.
It's empty. Soulless. More ruthless than human beings.
But still it's life, whatever that means.
I'm gasping for air, but I'm scared to breathe
If I walk, my heart stops like it's scared to leave.
I can't leave and leave it here, then free I'll never be.
What's locking a door when there's a key?