Let me close my eyes for abit so I can write this down.
This pen on paper sure helps me shut the sound.
My mother always told me,
"It takes less muscles to smile then to frown."
Ever since, I've been tying her words to the ground.
I'm upset and hurting, what do you care?
Even when I throw caution to the air.
When, oh when will this ever be fair!
I'm just an image with no meaning within your stare.
I'm ready and willing to give up.
All this drama has been a muck.
Trying to heal with just one touch,
I already know that it's not enough.
With these chains, will I drag to light.
Causing them to spontaneously combust without a sight.
Until then, let me roll the dice
From here on out, I'm your snake eyes.
