Stressed, I’ve been locked down too long
Left holding my face in my palms
I’m running out of good ideas
Stressed, I’ve been locked down too long
Left holding my face in my palms
I’m running out of good ideas
The image is fading
Of the man I used to be
My poems are dated
My stories are weak
It feels like I’m waiting
For a spark of energy
But I’ve been here for days and
There’s nothing for me
Yeah, I’m feeling like
Stressed, I’ve been locked down too long
Left holding my face in my palms
I’m running out of good ideas
Stressed, I’ve been locked down too long
Left holding my face in my palms
I’m running out of good ideas
I can’t look at my face no more
Self-talk is a useless chore
And if these walls could speak
It’d be a silence louder than my ears could take
If I’m honest
And I swear I rarely am
Broke a promise
To myself, I thought that
I’d be better, I could change
With every page I turn, I stay the same
I can’t break the chain
And I’m feeling like
Stressed, I’ve been locked down too long
Left holding my face in my palms
I’m running out of good ideas
Stressed, I’ve been locked down too long
Left holding my face in my palms
I’m running out of good ideas
(I’m feeling like)
(I’m feeling like)
(I’m feeling like)
(I’m feeling like)
Stressed, I’ve been locked down too long
Left holding my face in my palms
I’m running out of good ideas
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