the lights are on
but youre not home
you drifted off somewhere alone
somewhere thats safe
no questions here
a quiet place
where you hide from your fears

sometimes when youre out of rope
the way to climb back ups unclear
the walls you built around yourself
i guess they also keep you here
or are you hiding from
the scars of
youre own reality

the monster your feeding
your lack of perception
the things that you do to fulfill your addictions
the light at the end of your tunnel is closing
what is that your so afriad of exposing
you give it all up for whats there for the taking
whatever it takes to keep your hands from shaking
the same things your thinking
that make you feel better
the same things that probably got you her