Trudging through life
Living hand to mouth
Too afraid to share
Why I always pout
I close the door to my room
Hold my head and begin to shout

No one sees what you see
No one knows what you know
They teach you of the birds and bees
But everything else, they neglect to show

My low whining tone
Never seems to make a dent
Their ears are closed
Like my signal never sent
My only hope
Is the line won't be bent

So now I sit and drown in a wall
Relentlessly looking through and tapping my finger
Rising anxiety, becoming wide and tall
Let my body rest, letting the thoughts linger
No sleep tonight, I just roam the halls
Of my mind and enjoy the sounds of Hell's best singer

Scream and yell
Kiss and tell
When I rung your bell
You promised you'd open your shell