• This grip has tightened
    around my waist
    It seems so safe
    A place to hide
    But a part of me
    wants to break free
    Yet I can't
    Can't even taste
    the sweet surrender
    nor roam of freedom
    The darkened corners
    engulf me whole
    These chains
    they won't leave me now
    and my life
    fading out
    He won't let go
    He doesn't know
    how I feel
    what I won't show
    And this grip
    it isn't death defying
    as he wants to believe
    Instead it's what's killing me
    I'm living by a dimmed sun
    and a black moon
    This grip has tightened
    and he doesn't know
    how to let me go.