Trapped in a Concrete Room

I wish you could talk, you'd sort this mess of my thoughts
I trust my instincts to keep me sane
I guess I disguised the reasons I stay alive
And I kept pumping it straight to my brain

And it always comes back and in it we decay
And you know how I act

The first to give up but the last to give in
I'm making friends with the floor again
And I hope they don't move like I felt I did in you
But I guess I was wrong again

And it always goes bad and I know you feel it to
And you know how I act

Why do I turn the lights on when I leave?
Why can't I ever leave some things completely?



Credits
Writer(s): The Village Idiot
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