Verse 1: I'm stuck in the middle of an open crowd waiting for something to bring me down. I'm crawling across the floor trying to make it to the door, but at the moment I'm enclosed in this room wishing I didn't fear my doom.
Chorus: I'm taking my time to figure out, what my life is all about. You're enclosing me during an open fire, trying to break down all my desires. But it doesn't bother me cause I'm already starting to flee. I'm being enclosed and I'm slowly moving on.
Verse 2: Back down off your pedistool because its making you look like a fool. Change how you're looking at me until your face is wiped clean.
(repeat chorus)
Ending: Stop enclosing me in this crowd or I may not make it back down.
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