I now often feel trapped, 
Like I can’t escape, 
Like there is no place for me to go, 
Where I won’t be sad, 
I guess I am trying to pull this whole Breakfast at Tiffany’s Holly thing 
And predicting the catharsis – I must understand that there is no escape from myself, 
But sometimes when I think about my room and house and then about the city 
I feel like I know every place, 
Like there is no corner  
In which I will feel different  
I changed four countries in the span of the last year 
In each I felt trapped,  
Sometimes I want to go to the sea 
And push my face so deep under the water 
That everything will blur and fade 
And I would stop thinking  
I would just be trying to breath 
And I wouldn’t have to think about everything that is going on in my head 
Sometimes it scares me  
How pointless everything seems 
Things that used to excite me  
Now awake the voice in my head  
That says the same each time  
“okay, and” 
Like yes, I get it, 
It’s cool, its new, it’s great 
But at the end of the day 
It doesn’t really make me feel anything  
I feel trapped in the room with nothingness  
And that nothingness is so big  
That it absorbs everything 
It can’t be entertained  
It’s like when you’ve spent forty six minutes 
Trying to find a decent show to watch 
But everything seems  
So corny and unoriginal 
Its like this, but with everything 
With life, basically  
And I can’t escape it 
All the nice things are eaten by nothingness 
And I am in that room 
Every day  
And I feel trapped and terrified 
Because I don’t know 
How to come out 
And I don’t know if I even can