| I’m here today, just like every yesterday
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| Heavy heat, and sheets stick to my skin
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| Can’t get away from nothingness
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| I try to get up
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| But I have to give in to the force that is keeping me down
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| I overcome gravity, I look outside
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| A cat cries out, trapped upon a window sill
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| But is crying’s drowned out by my screaming inside
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| What will it take?
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| I wonder what it’s like exposed outside, would I be safe?
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| When will it break?
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| Try to look out, I see reflection I just want to break
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| Sirens moan
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| They’re forever crying… someone's probably dying
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| The sound sticks inside my head
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| Talk to myself, I’m company, but who is to say if nothing is said?
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| Two windows stare back at me
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| Three stories high and nothing is new
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| I may sit, but someday I’ll stand
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| I’ll muster up the will and fire myself through
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| What will it take?
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| I wonder what it’s like exposed outside, would I be safe?
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| When will it break?
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| Try to look out, I see reflection I just want to break |