Bundled Up In My Room
Backed into a corner by the sheep hungry wolf.
Scared to death, can't force my eyes to look.
At myself, just longing once again for resonance.
Maybe this is just the law of my circumstance.
Just sitting, waiting, wishing, to be consumed
Can't wait anymore as my tears begin to dry
Helpless and left for life to control I assume
Not sure if this is my time, or if it's time for this to stop