I SCREAM OUT, AS I HAVE NO DOUBT, THAT I AM NEVER GOING TO GET OUT
these yellow walls that bind me, these florescent lights that blind me
i cant for the life of me find me
anything in this expanse of peeling paper
i walk for miles and miles but somehow i never waver
thats what i used to do, i thought i knew
that there was a way out of this maze
i had that hope, anyway
theres these thoughts i have everyday
letting them get in the way, of my escape
thoughts of giving up, thinking im out of luck
my breathing hurries as i hear the wet footsteps of a creature lurking behind the corner
i cant help it, i cant help thinking about the former thoughts
ive thought about it a lot
what if i gave up, and gave in
what if i gave myself up to them
these monsters that make the ceilings creak
maybe i could survive if i wasnt so mentally weak
i could make a noise, i could startle the monster with toys
or more random objects scattered around
i could make a loud enough sound
i could make my body lost and never found
stuck in the mouth, of this monster that constantly walks around
i could do anything i wanted to
but im too tired of walking
im too tired of hoping
so ill just stay behind this yellow wall, breathing heavily, with no one hearing my calls