The Dungeon

Studied words that make no sense
ashamed of my own ignorance
I cried into my pillow quietly

Locked myself in tight
and held on
just trying to get through those teenage years

Wondered what would become of me
locked myself in tight and lost the key

Grey walls, broken window, crack down the wall,
if I didn't call it home, wouldnt call it much of anything at all.

Train tracks going by
take me anywhere but here
If I just start running
maybe wind will take away the tears

Locked myself in tight
and held on
just trying to get through those teenage years

Those days come back to haunt me
Those days come back to haunt me

Laughs were few and far between
the dungeon was my personal pit of despair
but I grew stronger, pushing through,
and eventually got out of there.

There are tracks down the street now,
but they're just not the same.

Miss the tracks alongside our street
that said if you start walking,
just start running,
there ain't no telling who you'll meet.