Wake up, see the light around the door
I step out to breathe, only reminded of your control
Don't wanna think about, almost late again

Constantly fighting these feelings, my only true meaning
The presser, the pressure
These comforting walls, hold in my purest exhaust 
but it's the presser, the pressure

You're gonna know how I feel
Next time I turn around offer up a fair deal
This ain't a cry for help, or a call for treason
I just wanna be part of a human experience

See myself in a different light
I wanna know what's its like
Open minds, reckless passion
To help see past all the fucking fashion