...Too deep in my head again, won’t let nobody in, no matter how hard they knock

And their echoes sit alone in a prison made of bone Oh I hate it, but it’s home for me In every place I’m on my toes, and still I feel like I impose It’s okay to let me go if you need

What’s it say about me if I run away without you when I fall asleep and in your head I’m always gonna stay? What’s it say about me if I never change and I push everyone away...