i can't write poems, i write songs

Your voicemail box was not set up yet

Didn't forward mail to your new address

But I'm not done being awake

It feels impossible to keep

my whole life from running astray

I know in the end it's the same

It will never flow

It will never grow

Cause you don't want to know

The real me

You lock me in box

And pretend to lose the key

To protect yourself from

Hellboy staring at me while I'm on my knees

In the back room where we'd meet

and the hope I see inside of you.

the despair inside of me, that you

That I would do anything just to keep you mine,

Guess we're both lying

When they filled me up with lies I must unlearn

Placed before a mirror what reflects

Don't know where the hell I'm moving

Don't know why the shit I choose this

Stop asking questions!

Don't know anything about me

Don't know if I'm overwhelming

Don't know who you want me to be