I'm not the type to open up to people
And when I do I come out feeble
Maybe it's because it's the wrong ear that listens
because the right ones care less of our existence
I've closed the door against the light
I'm bottled in the darkness I silently ignite
My thoughts have become deep and dark like the night
I close the Windows to every solution that's right
And the darkness now holds me tight
But what happens when there's no more air
And i need help but no ones there
I suffocate in my own dark sphere
A place I created that wasn't initially there
