It's always out there
Just past the 7-11, around the cloverleaf
The darkness that waits for me
Can't see it unless I turn away
It's not there when I don't look
Waits for me to come back
Waits for me to come sink in
Just waiting
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
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