rip my bones out- don't tell me what I can't do. I don't need my fucking flesh to take a shower for you. punching the stair case really made me aware these bones' too brittle- they fractured. Been up late at night cause I don't want tomorrow to come. I feel afraid of the future, but can't cope with the past. I can't tell if she's real; that's for her to find out. If she's using her eyes then I ain't using my mouth. I ain't saying shit cause the way you sound is soothing to hear. I wish that we'd talk more. Why can't I talk to you? What am I so worried about? I'm not so sure if it's what I'm doing, or if I'm overthinking. All I want is your hand, but ain't got courage to say it. Maybe I'm too afraid there ain't no chemical bond.