Now, there's a crack on the inside, and I start to play.
My fingers stuck, over stood my stay.
My world is bent from this development
Moving faster, than a storms rain after the plaster split, where my fingers fit.
Sure disaster and growing faster then my skin can take.
At least that's what they say.
Do you trust her to hold the weight, or take the change
Do yourself a favor and do for you, not what you're used to
No more space to breathe.
I cant stay here too many bad choices.
No more sanity, if I stay here, too many, voices.