the wallz are closin in and i almost stop breathin. i stare around but the longer i look the less i can see this is only me and i cant handle what is to be anymore it seems that im lost never to be found but i always find a way of comin around but when i come around to face it the face that im facin bacomes a mirror and its only me starin back at mewhat more can there beim jus here but then i always seem to hear the sound that same old soundi use to hear way back when but only way bakc then and again i drift away nuthin more i can say and its clear that the point in this life it to grow old ad ie right here............