When I was young
I learned to steer
All my thoughts away from fear
To ignore
The creeping dread
By escaping in my bed
I would sit between four walls
Safe from echoes down the halls
Finding comfort in a place
Behind my eyelids
In a place I could ignore
What was just beyond my door
When it felt so never-ending
I could slip away
Slip away
To love what makes us cry
I craved approval in your eyes
Knew that I could be so strong
But you could make me feel so small
