Trapped.
They come to tell you that they understand,
But you know they don't and never have. They don't get that there's no comfort in their words,
They think my thoughts can all just fly away like birds.
But my thoughts are here. I see them still,
I can't escape myself, there's no until.
There is no "if"
There is no "me" anymore
My promises stand up to closing doors
I am trapped, and no key was ever made,
I'm in this house, not a home, just light and dark and shade,
And it seems to me that there is no escape.
No way to go.
To place to go.
Nobody to go to.
I'm not ok, but that's ok,
It's not a thing that I can change,
It's not a game that I can play.
And it seems to me that there is no escape, No place,
No way.
I'm not ok, but that's ok,
Maybe someday I can say that I'm having a good day,
And if that's not today it's ok,
Because some day it will be ok. One day.
