Trapped in a glass prison
Trying to break out
Nothing in my hands
And I somehow think
"I need to move out, I'm too late, they got out"
That's enough to make me nervous
What if I never make it?
Will I carry on?
What if it is a bad decision and I need to get it done?
What if I'm pushing myself to where it's not needed?
I got questions that no one can answer
Could this end? This endless liminal space?
All I want is some good breathing space
The days I'm after seem like a void for a twenty
Sayings like "guaranteed happiness" sound so shady now
It's vague, still, I'm trying to keep my sanity steady
Do I gotta move? Do I keep it loose?
This gamble's too frenzy to choose
Who's gonna save me?
I know the lethality of being alone
The reality is still unknown
Heavy sanity, and I get old
False motivations
A circle of frustrations
False misconceptions
Makes me ask the same questions like
What if I never make it?
Will I carry on?
What if it is a bad decision and I need to get it done?
What if I'm pushing myself to where it's not needed?
I got questions that no one can answer
Could this end? This endless liminal space?
All I want is some good breathing space
