I woke up this morning,
thinking about the past.
You know, I probably shouldn't be doing that.
It seems that I'm trapped there,
with no escape.
And I can't seem to find my way.
But, I hope that will all change,
I feel so out of place in this world,
I don't know who I am, or where I'm going.
So, I sit here in this windowless room,
beneath the dirt and the stone.