I can't see ever feeling right again I'm on a raft in a river that's roaring away with me What good does it do me to have what I want When I'm in no shape to enjoy what I have
Boiling I'm burning I'm losing my hold On the life that I had Running I'm hiding I'm telling myself That these things aren't so bad
I can see there's just no way out of this (one) I can feel the walls closing in on me The door at the end of the tunnel is far too small And there's 24 metric tons of fear closing in on me
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