You have me held so tight within your grip
No matter how hard I struggled to breathe,
To be freed, instead I start to sink deep
In my frustration and despair, I seethe.
‘Til when are you goin’ to imprison me,
Strangle me with doubts and so much worry?
‘Til when will I, from this hell, be set free?
I fear there’s no end yet for this story.