Strong

Maybe I, have got a lot of growing up to do

There's no room for improvement when your stuck inside

The candle light doesn't quite illuminate the room

But it burns my thinking cap when there is nothing left to hide

I'm skeptical that I've fed the wolves what's in my head

And now I've seen life

And more than less it's never what it seems like

I've been deafened by an engine roaring

Looking for an exit doorway

And when the sky cracks

I don't always think that I can fight back