Rearranged 

 Trapped in a cage 

With the doors sealed shut 

No more can I stand 

While my breath is sucked away... 

Breath is sucked away.....

Can't break free, 

They've learned from my attempts 

To flee— 

Always on the watch for my escape, 

But I think it's now too late... 

It's now too late.... 

 But maybe I 

Am supposed to die here 

And that way make a change. 

Losing every time, 

Powerless to change the tide. 

But maybe if I die I'll make a change, 

Or at least have our places 

Rearranged. 

 It's not a cage, but a jar, 

And the lid's been clasped too tight. 

The reason there is light 

Is so I can't see the night— 

I can't see the night. 

 But there's no way out— 

Permanently sealed my fate 

Away inside a jar of my own hate. 

And there's no turning back... 

No there's no turning back now.... 

 But maybe I 

Am supposed to die here 

And that way make a change. 

Losing every time, 

Powerless to change the tide. 

But maybe if I die I'll make a change, 

Or at least have our places 

Rearranged. 

 And I 

I know what I must do, 

But I'll leave it up to you.

 I have to make this change, 

Even if it means my life is

 In exchange. 

 Can you help me out? 

I cannot take a breath. 

My chest is stiff,

 My eyes are dark, 

And I'm about to take a 

Change for the worse... 

 But maybe I 

Am supposed to die here 

And that way make a change. 

Losing every time, 

Powerless to change the tide. 

But maybe if I die I'll make a change, 

Or at least have our places 

Rearranged 

So you're not trapped here anymore 

And it's me who cannot 

Walk out of that door. 

 Let's have our places rearranged 

So you will not be 

Be estranged 

From everything you love. 

For everything I've lost 

 This was heavily inspired by Sylvia Plath and her semi-autobiographical novel The Bell Jar.I've paid for...I've paid for....