There will never be enough time
To say what I need to
To do what I have to
To feel what I need to feel
I sit here with my eyes torn out
I stand here with my lips sewn shut
But I still feel the tension rise
Blinded to the truth
I try to escape outside
Even though there is no way out
I try to escape outside
Even though there is no way out
I can't resist the urge
To find a purpose to commit to
Find me by the river
With a pen in my hand
Covered in blood as the ink runs dry
Paint a portrait of serenity
Mark it up for the legacy to sell
Find me by the river with a pen in my hand
Writing me into my own private hell
A start to see I need to survive
But we're out of time