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

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

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.