I sit alone in my little room of hate.

Grab hold of myself, like if I don't, I'll fly away.

I tense up, like it's the only way I won't break.

Look inside my mind because it's my only way.

How will I hold on, when there is nothing I want to stay?

Can I be that hateful, that I think to give it all away?

It's about time I give myself a shake.

Not the outside, but my heart and mind to elevate.

My body tremors, that, I can't seem to grasp to change.

I'm entangled and I can't feel free of late.

Everything's pushing in, and I can't push back anyway.

So I sit here in my little room of hate.

Shielding myself from everything I can't face.