Never giving warning, the bell jar falls,

And traps my helpless mind within its walls.

I try to push forward, despite it all,
And smile through the glass.

A knife in my chest, a pain in my heart,

As well-worn chains tear my soul apart.
Hope turns to despair as the motor starts
And sucks my life away.

I stumble, I fall, I can’t break free,

For the glass weighs down so heavy on me.
Someday I’ll get up. Someday I’ll be free.
But not today. Not today.
I’m sorry.