Just when it felt like these walls weren't so close,

and the grip of what held me tight was close enough for my escape...

I fell again, and where were you my crutch my need my everything.

There's not a question of sincerity, but a question of what used to be...

And for right now, I'm moving in the only way I know how.

And that's what I have to do.

An escape may never be but I must try... To be seen..

Once more I'm sorry for all that's been lost- promises broken...

I'm slipping away