I walk alone, I carry on.
It follows me, the storm wants to consume me.
I can't face it, it'll swallow me whole.
I must carry on, distracting me every step of the way.
I need to get away.
It drives me further and further,
I feel sometimes like I may lose,
It may finally have me, then I manage to escape.
The dark cloud follows.
The only outlet, is this high, this adrenaline.
Save myself from the void.
Was it always this way? Can I get out?
Is death really my only escape?
How do I face this and move on?
How do I get away?
Turn, head the other way!
Now it follows me all around me.
It threatens to swallow me whole,
I must escape. I seek refuge in a cave.
I get away. I escape. It passes and it comes back out.
Can I ever get beyond this?
Yeah, my crazy bipolar shit again. Deal with it.