I'm just holding out now, not that I know what for
You see this world isn't mine, but I cannot find the door.
The way out of here, the way to you.
I'll find a way through.
Until then my wits are done
So hard to stay when you just want to run.
This isn't fun
I'm losing sleep
But sleep is for sheep
My stomach always feels torn
My mind is worn
This is not my world, love
This is a scorn.