There was someone who opened people,
Unraveled them to show the inner ugliness that they hide with their skin acting like masks;

Sometimes someone will show up that makes you shed your skin,
Opens you up to the harsh world;

The thing is without our masks,
We are turtles without shells,
And turtles without shells never survive,
They're hunted and feasted on;

After he makes you leave your skin,
He prey's on you,
As if you're not humans;

As if your a fish gasping for air,
Just waiting to be plucked off and eaten;

I asked someone to unravel me,
Thought it would make my body lighter,
I was wrong;

I asked him to unravel me,
So he did.