Slipping between your ears,
Threaded in your hair,
Making sure that no one hears.
But would they really care?

Foggy memory, but nothing's wrong.
So it seems. 'Till it's the song
Racing the folds of you brain,
And it's back inflicting pain.

Sliding up your arm,
Curving towards your heart.
Plead with it not to tear you apart,
But does that really protect you from harm?