Why do I have to squeeze my eyes,
to bring my soul out through my throat,
Somehow one blink of my blurry eyes,
Rendered me in the depth while the world's afloat.

The fists tight around my neck,
are far too coward to show their face,
Or maybe they're too many ghouls,
Crowded together into my personal space.

I'm fearing words, I'm fearing sounds,
I'm wrapping the ringing in my ears
around my dejected shoulders
In case the burst of reality makes my being cease.

Am I scared for you, or scared of you?
Scared of what the world has made you see,
Or scared of turning into you,
Cause the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

I squeeze and squeeze as if my eyeballs are two stress *****,
Till they have absorbed all the noise
that my overflowing head is spilling,
I don't have the courage to let it spill through my voice.

I don't have the courage to say anything that matters,
Cause my excuses are here soothing me,
While your reasons are there killing you,
So I end up being the nobody that I am eventually.