Your silence slices me open
I roll the dice
I want to see tears in your eyes
Instead you just stay quiet
I just wanna reach those
Who have spent their entire life
feeling like they are nobody to anybody
Did you feel the edge of a knife
Pressed to your skin
while your friends
search for their excuses
in their expensive purses
They curve you
Like a teacher who just got laid
Curves your grade
Yeah, I have a lot more words to say
& they say they are pressed for time
Well I’m telling you,
tongues are heavy
because I've held mine
long enough
For the time being
I know I’m not enough
So for now, I'm going to stuff it
and just shut up

How much of me can I be without it being too much?
How much of me do I have to be to be enough?
I’ve got problems with managing myself, I've got issues with accommodating myself.
Not one of you can answer those question, not one of you can fix that problem.

Everything
That comes out my pen
My brain
And my wrists
Unsatisfying
Just simply
Not enough
It hard
To feel proud
When its nothing
But trash

Don't you wish you were good enough?