I am a girl... I’m going to be weak I’m going to have emotion I’m real I don’t pretend
Nuns in shackles being walked out She could see me I was trying to hide
What we forget Is our own control That we control Our own lives I let you
The darkness creeps inside me like tiny ripples in the sea slowly tearing
She stood motionless Captured and cursed To be the devils mistress Screaming to be free Oh, but you may never be
I could trust you but you won’t let me It’s easier to not care than it is to care The load has just
Little fishy, in your bowl trapped by the glass that holds your water - your life so like my body
I smell you then I realize it’s the
tonight I put myself into Christmas jail... I mean lately I’ve put myself
I don’t need for much sometimes more isn’t
Spinning... my stomach was turning laps like some careful swimmers waves flowed over my face trying to swallow I used my arm to shove them away
I wait for you With open wounds Will I see you When you get back Yes, call your mum
Sometimes, I forget to cross my T’s you know to dot my i’s Does that change everything
So hot... So cold... Open up, Then close down tight Can I really hear...
I was someplace Long ago Small town It’s all black & white They’re going