I guess it's becoming clear to me, How I obtained these broken wings, When I was building a nest atop a broken branch, I should've told myself that it would never last, Since it all came crashing
Down, into this place where my thoughts are my only company there for me, When I've become my own solution for my severed state, Some closure would be my escape
I rest although I'm uneasy underneath, this set of voices take over me, When I was filling my life with what had seemed so vast, I could've walked away from my misspoken past, But it all came crashing
Down, into this place where my thoughts are my only company there for me, When I've become my own solution for my severed state, Some closure would be my escape
Can I exchange this pain for closure? Exposure is all I face, Giving me something to hold, Although I often feel I need to let this go
I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling down, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to get myself back out, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, to get out
Somehow, something came to grab me, drag me down, Down, into this place where I've lost every memory of what's left of me, Now, I've become my own solution for what I have made, Is it something I could have escaped?