Walls keep building, yet doors seem to open.
My mind seems lost in a constant maze.
My heart stuck in this daze.
I'm happy, yet it seems a sham.
For my love is in your hand.
But you squeeze so tight.
And you only open it late at night.
But why am I Tripping?
It just doesn’t seem real.
I wonder what it'd be like not to feel?
To have a minute when you’re not on my mind.
I want to feel whole again...