Sometimes, when I'm all alone,
I sit back, stare at my ceiling
and try to understand this feeling
that's swallowing me whole

Hovering me like a blanket
And yet nothing feels safe
And yet I feel undressed
And yet

Maybe I don't get it
Maybe I don't try
But it feels like he liked it
Seeing my soul cry

I can't get rid of him
Maybe I don't try
But it feels like I'm dying
Underneath their eye

I don't know what to do anymore
Maybe I could try
To accept that he's a part of me
Clinging to my thigh

But I don't want him I don't need him
Maybe? I might try
But what are you thinking
this is not you it's him

Are you really so weak
To let him forbid you to speak?

Yes.

Maybe you shouldn't try.

I sometimes wonder
If I am made like the others
A ghost in a shell
I try to remember

How it felt like to be myself
If I ever really knew
constantly in pain
never enough to ask
for it to stop

I need someone
to tell me how to be
what to say and what to eat
Not a thought in my head
I scared them away
I could not tell you when

A ghost in a shell

Le bruit m’est insupportable
le silence me l’est tout autant

Mes pieds déformés
n’ont jamais su danser

Et si mes pieds n’ont jamais
su danser

alors mes pensées non plus