Ten

Trapped myself in this room, I will be stuck here All day and as the dust piles up, I see my way out But I was feeling it all, feeling too much and I need And I need to get up, I'm ready to run When I talk to you, I always see That you're so so filled with fear And when you get down on yourself, you get so down And everyone that I love loves self-harm I'm feeling it all, I gotta get up The dust piles up, I gotta get up I gotta get up, I gotta get up I gotta get up, I gotta get up