I don't have my people Never met someone Who I felt secure enough with To fully trust To connect with Let's go off script!
Who might understand Who'd be willing to listen? I couldn't explain myself anyways Anymore It's been so long I've forgotten
Makes sense tho I'm not a real person Just a hollow wind up doll All lines and make pretend A walking matryoshka Layers on layers of crumbling paint Yet nothings inside to find