IRC-Galleria

I gotta get out of here
Cause IÂ’m afraid that this complacency is something I canÂ’t shake (yeah)
I gotta get out of here
And IÂ’m begging you, IÂ’m begging you, IÂ’m begging you to be my escape

I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self-detained and forced to live in this mess IÂ’ve made
And all IÂ’m asking is for you to do what you can with me
But I canÂ’t ask you to give what you already gave.

Cause IÂ’ve been housing all this doubt
and insecurity
And IÂ’ve been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And IÂ’ve been dying to get out
That might be the death of me
And even though thereÂ’s no way of knowing
Where to go
I promise IÂ’m going becauseÂ…

I gotta get out of here
IÂ’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get out of here
And IÂ’m begging you, IÂ’m begging you, IÂ’m begging you to be my escape