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