I.A.

I feel the need to break away free
I see the door but have no key
My eyes are closed but still I see
Somehow I can’t break through me

The battle rages on each day
But with the drugs I get away
No matter if I run or stay
Until I act I will decay

Another flight of endless stairs
Walls of glass blockade my cares
And so I die alone, it tears
But how do I live with my internal affairs