just when it felt like these walls weren`t so close, and the grip of what held me

tight was close enough for my escape... i fell again, and where were you my

cruch my need my everything there`s a question of sinserty, but a question

of what used to be... and for right now, i`m moving in the only way i know how.

and that`s what i have to do. an escape may never be but i must try ...to be seen ...

once more i`m sorry for all that`s been lost- promises broken ... i`m slipping

away.