Please don't let go.
I don't want to be alone,
and I can hear them everywhere.
I'm afraid of all the shadows,
and every corridor is a little more black.
You know that I believe in ghosts,
but that's not what scares me the most.
It's not a secret, no, everybody knows
we won't make it out alive.
Paranoia hidden by these four walls.
I'm wide awake while you're fast asleep,
I'm counting bullets while you're counting sheep.
They scratch and gnaw at every single window
and wall until their nails break down to the bloody bone.
These walls are paper thin,
they're so close to caving in.
I go sleepless every night,
I'm terrified and I can't decide
if I should use this bullet on their head or mine.
There's nowhere to go,
there's nowhere to hide.
When will this nightmare be over?

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