Will you climb inside my skin
If asks you to not move
Will you climb in my skin, with its diseased face
If it asks you to not to move
There's blood on the floor, and you can't see it
If it asks you not to move
Somebody, please tell me, how you're supposed to seal
Sealing in all the juries and adjudicators who were baffled by
Your unraveling love, like torn letters