And I'm a writer, writer of fictions. I am the heart that you call home. And I've written pages upon pages. Trying to rid you from my bones. (1)
Ashen clouds obscure my brain. Doubts begin to turn to shame. Insecurity tears at bliss. I hate myself for this weakness. (1)
There's nothing to keep me sane, and it's all the same to you. There's nowhere to set my aim, so I'm everywhere. (1)
And when I go don't you follow. Leave alone. Leave alone cause you know you don't belong. You don't belong here. (1)
