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.