I'm trapped in the corners of my own mind,
Yet I'm the one unable to move.
I am the victim to my very own demise,
And stupidly I know it's all me,
That the clear walk is smooth,
And the road is as soft and delicate as can be.
Yet I'm the one stopping myself,
Putting barriers up ahead.
Instead of warning my heart,
I end up shutting down my brain.
Cause I mean, what's there to gain?
