I
Can't handle open lines
They stick to my tongue
Or I simply can find them
And when they finally realise
The persons moved away
And self sarcasm fills my mind
And I
don't really get butterflies
Just my chest fills with bricks
And my body feels inclined
To break down
I guess that's where we start this time
Let's
Take a trip between my ears
Under my bed
Uncover my fears
I'm trying my best to keep my chin up
Though I'm kneeling at the chopping block
And I
Ignore the future to avoid the shakes
I stay up all night
Just for the sake
Of staying awake
I bruise myself to the music I wish I could make
insert many o's here
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