Like a heart beating under the floor
My self-respect is hidden  

Becoming, stepping out into the world
The regret stings. Now immediate but still lasting

I dont like to steal things and hide them away
behind lies and closet drawers
under my eyelids
past my bedroom door

Isolated and taking whats mine
Its not greed
Its the thrill of adventure
mixed with loathing

My self-respect hates it