Echo

How do I get out of here?

Can I get out of here?

The shivers flow through my arms. Despair.
So much I need. The little I get had, have and will never satisfy me. Ever.
There will always be an empty space covered by fierce attitude to fool the exterior.
I'm looking for you to see inside my unprotected cosmos.

Torn up in facts unliked, by mean minds, by evil hearts. Mine struggle recklessly in pain.

Oh, the rainy wind blows. Only the nature is able to perceive me and react, or reflect me. No sun through the window...

I'm about to cry... at least this... my emotions are going wilder than I'm able to control...
and I don't know what will blow away first... my heart... my mind...

I just gotta slow down