Ten

Trapped myself in this room, I will be stuck here

All day and as the dust piles up, I see my way out

But I was feeling it all, feeling too much and I need

And I need to get up, I'm ready to run

When I talk to you, I always see

That you're so so filled with fear

And when you get down on yourself, you get so down

And everyone that I love loves self-harm

I'm feeling it all, I gotta get up

The dust piles up, I gotta get up

I gotta get up, I gotta get up

I gotta get up, I gotta get up