Everything that's jumbled up around me, is starting to fade into one another.
I couldn't begin to tell you when things started running backwards and inverse.
I couldn't even recall the reason or an explanation for this change in pace.
A big brick wall is the only thing I can comprehend, for I built it myself.
Deciding that it was what would keep me balanced and somewhat rational,
I can concentrate on things that won't make me lost and incoherent.
A mix of the past and memories lie behind this wall I cannot break.
I've built it too strong and too thick due to fear and insecurities.
Theres just a rope, and it seems to be made of something hazardous.