Desperation fills the air that I breath
And will power is now stolen
Sweat profusely, but cold to the touch
Needing help, but refuse to go outside
Don't speak to me
Don't even look my way
Don't speak to me
Discomfort in company
Yet misery alone
All my emotions, completely empty
Horror at the thought of closeness
Don't speak to me
Don't even look my way
Don't speak to me
Can't face you or your kind
Can't face the fact I'm sick
Stay reclusive, I have to
Imprisoned within this cage
Feeling eyes burn into my face
An early exit, got to get some space
A whole lifetime, scared of strangers <i>[repeat]
I need help....
Can't stand to face people unknown
Four walls are a prison that I call home
And the thought of death
I just can't cope
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