There's a map in my room, on the wall of my room And I've got big, big plans But I can see them slipping through, almost feel them slipping through The palms of my sweaty hands And I move slow Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable
I never thought I'd die alone I laughed the loudest who'd have known I traced the cord back to the wall No wonder it was never plugged in at all I took my time, I hurried up The choice was mine I didn't think enough I'm too depressed to go on You'll be sorry when I'm gone
I am uncomfortable with heights. It's not the height itself that I fear, rather the feeling of helplessness one experiences while falling. I got the same terrifying feeling of helplessness when my car slid on some ice.