It’s like I gone and put shackles on my mind/
And there’s nothing comin’ out, all that’s flowin’ is time/
I’m clawing at my brain to see what I can find/
Wanna let it run free, but I ‘ent got time/
When it comes out it wreaks havoc like Hyde/
When it ‘ent I go mad, it’s killin’ me inside/
And when I start blazin’ it warms me inside/
Trapped like a con, I’d be better off inside/
What I would give to be set free, scrapin’ down the walls with my fingers ‘til they bleed, when I plead, for the key, to unlock all the doors within me, finally breakin’ through the surface so I can breathe/
When it’s over it’s a relief/
Like when McClaren was asked to leave/
Now my words have made a stain on the screen/
I can lay my head down. I can finally sleep/
done this when I had writer's block, what do you think??