The walls are falling in on me again
My head is spinning out of control
Double vision turning into shades of grey
My fault staring out the window.
My thoughts of freedom bite me every time
The panic tells me everything I know
I slump down in my seat and let it take its course
The last place I look is at the window.
If he thinks on going outside
His head is in a spin
Just to think of clean fresh air
Anxiety breaks in!
He wants to go outside but just now that can’t be done
He clings on to tomorrow and he prays to find some sun
He’s walking up and down and he wants the dread to go
But all he’s motivated for is the window.
My head is inside out and sometimes outside in
I think on which best path that I should follow
I’m blinded by the lies and by the truth
It’s still my fault staring out the window.