Trapped
I slip on my shoes
And I'm out the door
To do the same goddamn shit
Once more
Same ol' same people
Making me mad
This place is a prison
Man it's so bad
I feel like something needs to give
I need some sunshine
I seem to be stuck in a rut
A loop of time
With everything white and frail, I'm losing my mind
Give me something fun to fantasize
Cause I don't wanna die
I hate how I feel
I have nothing, to fix me
My friends, they're drifting away
My life, ha, is turning gray
It's tearing me apart
Piece by piece
And the parts of me that I once loved
Are now a strayed
I'm starting to be consumed by fear
More and more
And if I ever do escape
How much of me will remain
I hate how I feel
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
We hate how we feel
But I got hope in the smaller things in my time
And I'm afraid, for my life
And never stand tall to all those that oppose
But now
I know
We gotta get out of this god forsaken town
We're tired of walking down these cold halls every day
Having to look back at your stupid face
I never never never never never liked this place
It'd be better if you weren't here to rub it in my face
We love how we feel
There is hope, in the long stretch of time
And I'm proud, of my life
And always stand tall to all those that oppose
And now, we know
We gotta get out of this godforsaken town
And I'm out the door
To do the same goddamn shit
Once more
Same ol' same people
Making me mad
This place is a prison
Man it's so bad
I feel like something needs to give
I need some sunshine
I seem to be stuck in a rut
A loop of time
With everything white and frail, I'm losing my mind
Give me something fun to fantasize
Cause I don't wanna die
I hate how I feel
I have nothing, to fix me
My friends, they're drifting away
My life, ha, is turning gray
It's tearing me apart
Piece by piece
And the parts of me that I once loved
Are now a strayed
I'm starting to be consumed by fear
More and more
And if I ever do escape
How much of me will remain
I hate how I feel
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
We hate how we feel
But I got hope in the smaller things in my time
And I'm afraid, for my life
And never stand tall to all those that oppose
But now
I know
We gotta get out of this god forsaken town
We're tired of walking down these cold halls every day
Having to look back at your stupid face
I never never never never never liked this place
It'd be better if you weren't here to rub it in my face
We love how we feel
There is hope, in the long stretch of time
And I'm proud, of my life
And always stand tall to all those that oppose
And now, we know
We gotta get out of this godforsaken town
Credits
Writer(s): Weston Frazier
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