The words that I want to come out of my head is ******* shut.
The thoughts that I let cloud my judgement is locked up.
And yet you still want to see me when my soul is locked in a treasure box?
What do you want me to do?
Let my emotions rage loose, like a trigger that’s not built to stop or let me drop, like a falling clock
The words that I say are unique,
Bound by fate by a string,
Judged by many, not by he,
Because the only person that could control my luck, is me.