"Down Too Low"

I'm making circles in my room;
No one is coming by.
I carry on and just assume
That love has turned to lies.

Air is suffocating me,
Here there is no window.
And I am sure that they'd agree
The sky is down too low.

What is real seems far away;
I'll wait across the line.
But boarders will all go astray,
They'll never come in time.

I don't know why I listen;
I don't hear what demons say.
The sounds of hate all deafen,
They'll never go away.

I'm making circles in my room,
I don't care where I go.
I'm sick of all your damning gloom
And the sky is down too low.