My mind is an overgrown jungle

And your axe blade won't help you at all

Because the vines of my pain are too thick here

And the thorns of my sorrow too tall

My mind is an overgrown jungle

There's no entrance to let you inside

In fear that you'll cut down my branches

And find the feelings I've worked hard to hide

The vines tie in knots in my jungle

To form a rooftop that blocks out the light

So the sun may be warm on the outside

But the inside's as cold as the night

There's a house made of thorns in my jungle

I've spent years making it feel like home

I can do anything that I want here

To take my mind off the fact I'm alone

Because the problem with overgrown jungles

Is there's always more vines that will sprout 

And I know that it's hard to get in here

But it's ten times as hard to get out