I look back but now I know, The past is only but a show, Head is spinning, thoughts too loud, Sucked inside a somber drought, These secrets wont come out, The sink is dripping plastic white, Feels like a butter knife, And if you run run away from me, You will run into me, Caught in a circular shape IdentifieD, DesensitizeD, IN BetweeN InvisiblE LineS, From the outside in, I'm inside out, I need to shut it down, Keep a quiet mind, all of the time, All of the time, ALL OF THE TIME