I, am the role I play
Really who's to say
I'm not who I am
I wake up and I say
Who am I today
What will be the plan
Everyday's the same
Don't need to explain

I'm going, through the door
I'll be gone, for sure

I'm, trapped behind the door
A secret I ignore
The thing beneath the floor
Can't take it anymore
There's something about me
Something you can't see
The wound that would not bleed
Too dumb and numb to feel

I'm going, through the door
I'll be gone, for sure

There's, no where else but here
I live inside this fear
I'd like to get away
But then where would I stay
I wish I didn't care
This role's a perfect fit
To take me to nowhere
Then there is the chair