Enclosed Gas.

Sitting there,

looking,

wondering.

Do I have a chance?

Can I become free?

If only I could go to France,

I could finally be me.

I wonder why I can't get out,

and all I wanna do is shout.

every little bit of confidense

is no longer immense.

they drained it little by little

and they played me like a fiddle.

my escape is weak,

there must be some kind of leak.

the gases are entering my head,

i can't even get to my bed.

to die,

or to live?

I think of everyone I love,

Do they care?

or is what I'm getting fair?

why are they allowing me to hurt?

and make me feel like dirt?

I'm enclosed now,

so I guess it's time to take my last bow.

the gases enter my lungs.

I'm out cold.

I can no longer be the bold,

down to eath person anymore.

I'm just there, lying on the floor.