Testo On My Own

Crashing headfirst into a wall of confusion, losing touch with all reason, never sure if what i see is there, can't be sure if i will get out of here, taken a turn in a dangerous direction, fear and depession chasing me inside, seeing the world in a selfish race, whats the point in trying to relate? All the faces, no one knows me, won't ever understand, don't want no sympathy, leave me here to face the demons on my own. Nothing is changing for the better. bleak situations are staring me down. forced into seclusion to maintain myself, not prepared to step outside