Cage

Lost in ones own head, feeling close to being dead.
Reaching for that last bit, In hope it will end all this shit.
You find yourself trapped, at any given time you can snap.
How much longer can you stand, Waiting for that helping hand.
The feeling is familiar to me, the pain that won't let you be...
it haunts you like a ghost, your soul it seeks to roast.
Do not run, do not shout for that is not the way out
theres always a backdoor, to escape that hateful war.
And once your through, You always knew that once its all been said you can not be lost in your own head

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