don't look at me now I'm going to fall make a mistake it's all meant to break
close your eyes turn around I'll be back soon
shut the door no one will hear me roar cover your ears just in case
coming back just like I said open your eyes look I'm okay do you see that I'm breathing? and maybe some eating stop I don't want attention I need perfection don't look I don't want to be a book don't read I'm not a treat
don't look I'm going to fight not shining bright close your eyes
don't worry about the gap where you didn't see the wrap it's better not to know just follow the flow don't stop to think you're misplacing the ink
the door a point with 2 views
inside the room mistakes and shards of glass outside the door, only grass
even if I'm outside the room my headβs still inside wanting to be alone fighting on my own stronger I get but what's still left? don't deserve a thing not even a phone ring reviewing my mistakes no place to meditate
the right path a way to look with the door open
so I and you can see what's all inside of me no hiding spots then you will learn I once felt lost and I will learn that I maybe deserve a spot
but for now that's not easy for me it all sounds cheesy but I guess it's always hard to go to the start
so for now I'll close the door you won't hear me roar
But the truth questions are: Would they care if they notice I'm inside? And would I care if I see a face lurking through the door?
It's cozy inside Don't beg to come outside And if you do, knock