Stuck in a cycle by Bhree

Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip -toe. Hidden in an unknown world. Insomniac, weary, and comatosed. Hoping there's a way to go. To go in an unknown world, Where lusting after a deafening silence is okay Yearning for a concept of cold breeze Flabbergasted ' bout a faithless camaraderie Where to go? When to be free? Stuck, handcuffed, blood flowing from the head Striked by an unknown object. The feeling of no regret. Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-toe, Walked, ran, and screamed Roamed, thou the setting is all the same. Now all is wondering who to blame.