Saturday, January 20, 2007

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get out of here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get out of here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape .

It's set on false pretense.
6:32 PM