Something's wrong, I feel claustrophobic I'm stuck living in the past and not the moment Or the future where my life is only more broken 'Cause those wounds from the past are still open I take sips of love and every single time it's poison- DAX
But I spit it out, I won't stay weak, I've tasted death, I refuse to sink. Fists clenched tight, I bite the pain, I won't be crushed, I won't be chained.
Let the past scream, let the wounds bleed, I'll sew them shut, I'll plant new seeds. The walls may shake, the air runs thin, But I'll break through—I'll breathe again.