I took a step off what I thought was just a stair
But my foot is still falling
And all four walls ask "is this is what you wanted?
"Congratulations--
"you sit in the corner of your room."
And alone, I ponder the voices
Full of half-truths
And honestly, I don't know
I guess it's hard for anybody to visit
When I burn all the bridges
Maybe I just wanted something to prove
And my walls, they are screaming at me
And I'm listening
"You're doing this to yourself"
But let me out, I cannot get out
Where is the exit
Someone tell me what to do
'Cause I can't breathe, and I can't see their faces
I can't escape this
I have nowhere else to go
And my ceiling, it says that I have no one
But is that my pride?
Or do people tell me with their eyes?