Are you tired, are you going off and wasting away?
Are you biting your tongue so I can’t kiss away your pain?
What was the point of saying it could happen,
Drowning me out with the thoughts you’re trapped in,
Does it give you chills,
Does it make you feel everything that you should have felt when you were a kid?
Is there a photo box of me in the closet where you hid,
All those years of wondering if what you were was okay,
Never really knowing that you’d feel free someday,
But not by me,
No, not be me,
It should have been me,
It should just be me,