Petals In The Grass

Behind My Wall

Critically injured I stagger and fall
It's not possible for others to hear my call
Hidden here behind my wall
I guess I might try and crawl
But my demons are standing ever tall
Tearing me to pieces they continue to maul
Making me feel oh so small
Running out of gas I'm about to stall
Memories are to painful to recall
Nothing left to live for at all