don't look at me now
I'm going to fall
make a mistake
it's all meant to break
close your eyes
turn around
I'll be back
soon
shut the door
no one will hear me roar
cover your ears
just in case
coming back
just like I said
open your eyes
look I'm okay
do you see that I'm breathing?
and maybe some eating
stop I don't want attention
I need perfection
don't look
I don't want to be a book
don't read
I'm not a treat
don't look
I'm going to fight
not shining bright
close your eyes
don't worry about the gap
where you didn't see the wrap
it's better not to know
just follow the flow
don't stop to think
you're misplacing the ink
the door a point
with 2 views
inside the room
mistakes and shards of glass
outside the door, only grass
even if I'm outside the room
my head’s still inside
wanting to be alone
fighting on my own
stronger I get
but what's still left?
don't deserve a thing
not even a phone ring
reviewing my mistakes
no place to meditate
the right path
a way to look with the door
open
so I and you can see
what's all inside of me
no hiding spots
then you will learn I once felt lost
and I will learn that I maybe deserve a spot
but for now that's not easy
for me it all sounds cheesy
but I guess it's always hard
to go to the start
so
for now I'll close the door
you won't hear me roar
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 2:39 PM UTC
don't look at me now
I'm going to fall
make a mistake
it's all meant to break
close your eyes
turn around
I'll be back
soon
shut the door
no one will hear me roar
cover your ears
just in case
coming back
just like I said
open your eyes
look I'm okay
do you see that I'm breathing?
and maybe some eating
stop I don't want attention
I need perfection
don't look
I don't want to be a book
don't read
I'm not a treat
don't look
I'm going to fight
not shining bright
close your eyes
don't worry about the gap
where you didn't see the wrap
it's better not to know
just follow the flow
don't stop to think
you're misplacing the ink
the door a point
with 2 views
inside the room
mistakes and shards of glass
outside the door, only grass
even if I'm outside the room
my head’s still inside
wanting to be alone
fighting on my own
stronger I get
but what's still left?
don't deserve a thing
not even a phone ring
reviewing my mistakes
no place to meditate
the right path
a way to look with the door
open
so I and you can see
what's all inside of me
no hiding spots
then you will learn I once felt lost
and I will learn that I maybe deserve a spot
but for now that's not easy
for me it all sounds cheesy
but I guess it's always hard
to go to the start
so
for now I'll close the door
you won't hear me roar
But the truth questions are:
Would they care if they notice I'm inside?
And would I care if I see a face lurking through the door?
It's cozy inside
Don't beg to come outside
And if you do, knock
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