Trapped in a field of thorns,
There's no escape,
Each step pains you,
A sharp sense of not belonging.
Trapped in your own thoughts,
Your own thoughts a field of thorns,
There's no escape,
A fear of belonging here,
Creeps upon you like a 12 O' Clock shadow.
The sun has set.
The night is black.
Trapped in your own thoughts and dreams,
Where the sun always sets.
