Would they walk away?
Or is it good I'm shut out?
Clustered, and let it build.
This is not okay.
Nothing's ever the way I wish it to be.
Closed Ears. Drown the sound of comfort out.
(I'll leave everything behind to justify my mistakes.)
I won't ever be able to say exactly what I mean.
There's an eye on the back of my hand,
and it won't let me live.