It's all so confined, my thoughts
They're all about one thing...person
and they all hurt me
there is no turning back, but there is working through
even when we will be reminded of it always...
I've locked myself into the padded room, and I fear I'll never escape
but maybe that's the problem
I'm concerned with escaping when embracing is the key
embracing is the key...
Even when I do, though, it's all too real for me
But if I don't, then it puts me in a place I don't want to be
It's the sickness I have to live with until she can cure me
and she will...
and she will.
