Maybe tomorrow

Lovely solitude please
hold me by the throat
and whisper in my ear
how everything goes wrong
til I feel the cracks begin to show
til I feel there's nowhere left to go now.

I learned to crawl today
so don't ask me to run
I turned to stone too late
to keep me from harm
I promised not to wait
but seems I clearly lied
I won't be alright today,
maybe tomorrow?

Sow the seed of doubt
on overfertile ground
seal the doors with bricks
and paint the windows black
and I feel it welling up inside
and I feel it searching for a way out.