forever paralyzed by words because they are the sharpest knife, a threadbare dress, the reason why you can't fall asleep at night. they're on the tip of my tongue like a loaded gun. oh if only i had the courage, oh please don't let it get me this time. they're always reminding you of what you have; lucky lucky lucky, blessed. well you shine so much that it hurts my eyes and i'm tired of polishing with lies. if my thoughts are so wrong then why do they always push through the cracks, like reality through beauty. my body is a little off rhythm i'm waiting for a metronome to put me back together, but the symphony is playing backwards and conductor doesn't believe in music.