Escape by Ebony And Ivory Lyrics
We escape from our final goodbye as we realize we never even tried. Our minds are filled with hate as our hearts are filled with ache. Lying awake, sleep deprived, thinking about my worthless life. Self harm isn't just with a knife.
We fight the pain inside our brains to escape from going insane. Though it feels like we're drowning we don't pull away, or even stop trying. We hold back our tears and fight, forcing our thoughts away so we might. Might get through this day alive. This is our escape.
Forcing our tears away in class when the teacher talks about weight and mass. The tears begin to fall leaving us with all. All that fear and sadness in wet drops on the desk. Soon people hear, though you feel silent, screaming with fear. They turn to see you losing your mind before turning away acting blind. They roll their eyes letting everyone know they don’t care. Little do they know that small action is more than you can bare.
Drawing on skin to cope with life, self harm is more than with a knife. People don’t seem to care, little do they know about our demons everywhere.
We claw at our skin, from the anxiety within. Leaving all over as if bit a rover. Our breathing gets heavy, as heartbeat gets faster. Our voices join to make us twist and turn. Forcing us to lose it and burn. Burn that skin that's been clean for months. All that hard work gone in a hunch. The hunch when we feel we’re losing. Losing the bit of sanity we have left. We run out, looking for our escape.
So, we fight the pain inside our brains to escape from going insane. Though it feels like we're drowning we don't pull away, or even stop trying. We hold back our tears and fight, forcing our thoughts away so we might. Might get through this day alive. This is our escape.
We fight the pain inside our brains to escape from going insane. Though it feels like we're drowning we don't pull away, or even stop trying. We hold back our tears and fight, forcing our thoughts away so we might. Might get through this day alive. This is our escape.
Forcing our tears away in class when the teacher talks about weight and mass. The tears begin to fall leaving us with all. All that fear and sadness in wet drops on the desk. Soon people hear, though you feel silent, screaming with fear. They turn to see you losing your mind before turning away acting blind. They roll their eyes letting everyone know they don’t care. Little do they know that small action is more than you can bare.
Drawing on skin to cope with life, self harm is more than with a knife. People don’t seem to care, little do they know about our demons everywhere.
We claw at our skin, from the anxiety within. Leaving all over as if bit a rover. Our breathing gets heavy, as heartbeat gets faster. Our voices join to make us twist and turn. Forcing us to lose it and burn. Burn that skin that's been clean for months. All that hard work gone in a hunch. The hunch when we feel we’re losing. Losing the bit of sanity we have left. We run out, looking for our escape.
So, we fight the pain inside our brains to escape from going insane. Though it feels like we're drowning we don't pull away, or even stop trying. We hold back our tears and fight, forcing our thoughts away so we might. Might get through this day alive. This is our escape.