Buried Inside Here again, stuck in this four-walled hell that's closing in, like a hand around my throat It squeezes tighter until it becomes a rope At 26 I have grown so sick The memories that have kept me sane are dying out Existence Indifference Everything that mattered now lies blistered All that mattered is now walking on a knifes edge Do we truly believe that love exists forever? No more Buried inside we search, for answers Buried inside
