Scream

My hearts skips a beat
My mind is racing, I need to get out of the heat
Claustaphobia is weighing down on me
The walls, my life this is what it came to be
How?
Why?
The tunnel is dark just like me
If I live to see, but I don’t
No I can’t
I look at the rain, and there I be
Like the dew drops each on is pounding on me
What can I do?
What can I say?
The only thing left is an empty hole, which fills cold
I’m tryna break away
I’m tryna be set free
But I’m all alone
The only thing left for me to do is scream

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