go maithe dia dom é!
is peacach mé,
agus tá bás uaim.

le do thoil,
sábháil dom uaim féin.

Life is like a sound
You correct it when it's out of  tune.

Take out all the keys in my house and what do you get?
A home that's full of locks and closed doors that you cannot open
It's a body that won't recompense the movements you've been making
So you stop your trying and start crying, what did you expect?

I won't open up for you, even if you want me to
I'll keep my front door locked and the back one too
This house is not for you

I choke and I panic
Because you can't love me
I claw at the windows of my soul hoping to break one
This stagnant air is suffocating
My prayers are that you aren't the tornado I fear you to be
******* up the remaining parts of me
Spin me around and spit me out
This is what attention is about
No validation
Only violation
Imploding expectations of the girl advertised
She is not the same as the prisoner inside
You can't love me, self
You never will