It's funny you think it hurts
Like you're the key to my pain
My heart is black my dear
Cold thoughts that flood my brain
Your attempts to get through to me
Aren't unnoticed nor unseen
My walls weren't built from straw
You make me look so mean
I'm not a cruel person
I just can't tolerate that much
This makes me look uneasy
And scared of human touch
Big crowds aren't my forte
The lack of personal space
Makes me feel uncomfortable
And awkwardly out of place
Too many people talking to me
I'm an antisocial mess
I'm a shell of the person I used to be
There was more and now there's less.
