Autism - Andreas Kümmert

Shiver runs down my spine

not a thing in my room to find

like in a prison, i sit in the corner of the room

my feelings grow, at least they bloom

and i feel like i crawl inside myself

walls comming nearer and nearer everyday

i feel like i’ll never come back

from this trip

sometimes i breathe my own pain and i see

poison’s the only thing — it’s there for me

like in a prison, i sit in the corner of the room

my feelings grow, at least they bloom

and i feel like i crawl inside myself

walls comming nearer and nearer everyday

i feel like i’ll never come back

from this trip