"I don't know" are your favourite words
Your mind is made up of paths you're not sure of
Your body language is always foreign

Why can't you just be someone who knows who they are?
Attention is all you ever wanted
Just look at the aching hands that write of your aching heart
Alone you feel because you don't surround yourself with those who've been with you since the start
Make ties with people instead of being a stubborn unlaced shoe
You're the only one accountable for what you do

Grow up and be an open book
Don't push away everyone just because they want to take a look
Just look at the aching hands that write of your aching heart