Trapped, once again, inside my mind.
Searching for something I'll never truly find.

But that's it, I can't find a d*mn thing.
The only thing that I get, is an old familiar sting.

It hurts...it hurts so d*mn bad.
But I suppose it's the only thing driving me from going mad.

Sanity is the least of my problems though as it seems.
Because I already feel I've lost it, after countless tears & endless screams.

They may be internal, but to me they're equally loud.
No one else can hear them, even in a crowd.

I know this doesn't make sense, unless you feel it too.
But to be trapped in your own mind, it slowly tortures you.

I'm hoping one day I'll wake up to this all being a dream.
Though a nightmare would be more a more accurate description, it would seem.

One day I'll find an exit and I'll make my own escape.
Till then, I'll live my life like an endless reel-tape by f*cking tape.

Trapped, forever, inside the cell that is my mind.
Searching for everything and nothing worthy to find.