Restricted by my anxiety
Each day is the same
I can't be set free
The question keeps on taunting me
How is existence a possibility?
I keep observing from behind my eyes
I'm just a mind portrayed as flesh and bone
I miss the old days
But this pain still feels the same
I have no choice but to keep asking myself
Why do these walls feel like an endless room?
The walls keep bleeding red
And all the memories keep on scarring me
Endlessly
Trapped with walls
Bleeding red
Endlessly
I can't escape my mind
I can't escape the red room
Unless I end myself
But I still miss the way things used to be
Back before this room filled with anxiety
My life seems to make no sense
Trapped in a temporary existence
I miss the old days
But this pain still feels the same
I miss the old days
But this pain still feels the same
I miss the old days
But this pain still feels the same
I miss the old days
But this pain...
This pain still feels the same
