if i’m pretty will you talk to me?
if i write it down will it make me feel better?
or would it just be a written history of what i’ve gone through
and everytime i find that piece of paper i’ll only reminisce the heartaches that i’ve encountered
there’s a lot of questions in my mind
i don’t know if i can answer it
i wanna say something but my tongue seems to be tied up
even my mind seems corrupted
but a part of it yells at me
like it wants to break free
it wants to be thought, heard, felt
i don’t know how
can you just come out