Glade

The road is winding and steep
Fingers and toes about to bleed
Old scars and new scabs begin to ache
And every time I stop for a long breath
I find myself trapped in the glade

How many times have I fallen for its trap?
I lost I lost count

Being here gives nothing but delays
Stuck and bewitched sure I am
Pictures of my futures begin to blur
And these pills aren't helping at all
The longer I stay
The harder it gets to leave this place
Oh it's so hard to get out of here

Something in this place keeps me entrapped
And I know what they are
I can fend off their attacks
But when desperation comes
The idea that 'my brain won't be working overtime'
Pacifies the madness I feel inside

It won't be long
And I'll get sick of here soon
It won't be long
And I'll be out of here soon



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