The walls are closing in on me
The room is getting small
The heat has turned up real high
The ceiling going to fall

Bring me down to the ground
My breath is leaving me
Sweaty palms, blurry eyes
I need to get free

My sanity is on a leash
Gets shorter my the minute
The nasea is building up
My thoughts have gone on pilot

Heart beat speeding up
My lungs are closing in
My head is getting lighter
The room starts to spin

I don't think I am sane
but then I am not sure
Are those pink elepants always there
right about my door?

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hmmm... ;P