Up for this?

Sometimes all the venting and all the writing you think you can do just isn't enough. And I'm not going to lie...I'm scared of what's going to happen with my home life.

I need an escape...I'm looking up again, always up.

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.