Silent in thought, while skeletons are running down the halls of this nervous heart
Your conscience is a friend, that grabs your hand and puts you back to bed when you've gone too far
But there's an empty space within like suddenly you lost sight of land in the middle of the storm
Could you help me understand, could you carefully explain how this ends, or at least where to start
If only we could live, without fearing the edge of our escape is slipping through our hands
But repeating in my head are questions without answers, give me one I won't forget
I believe there's something here alive
Hidden behind these doors
Cause I've been hearing lies, spoken in ways that I've disguised as my own voice
Like the story of my life is a picture that's painted on the wall
In only shades of grey and white
I've held my breath so long, that no more air can fill up my lungs
Cause we planned to build this up, and while you hung on, I fell off
Into an ocean of my mistakes
Where I struggled to fight against the consequence of choices that I made