She sits alone, In her darkened room
She screams, I’m still in here
You look at me, In my withered state
And you think, I’m not in here
It’s so hard, for me to be this way
I hope for me, there is just one more day
Lost in my own mind, Tearing at the walls
Scream at my own mind, as the curtains start to fall
Where I went, I don’t know
This just isn’t fair, Being lost in my own mind
She sits alone, in her blackened cell
Silently, She’s not in there
I look at her, in her withered state
And I know, She’s not in there
It’s so hard, to see her in this state
Will she be, Locked in there another day
Lost in my own mind, Tearing at the walls
Scream at my own mind, as the curtains start to fall
Where I went, I don’t know
This just isn’t fair, Being lost in my own mind
And when I go my son, Dry your eyes
Please don’t cry, Look to the sky
And say goodbye, with the setting sun
Lost in my own mind, Tearing at the walls
Scream at my own mind, as the curtains start to fall
Where I went, I don’t know
This just isn’t fair, Being lost in my own mind
credits
from Chasing Tides,
released May 4, 2019
Walt Govern and Brad Stott
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