When I don't understand the harm
I ask myself
what if I could?

When it seems like a false alarm
I ask myself

Am I the wolf?

I don't feel creative

no

there is no starlight

in my soul


I can lie

or tell the truth

but I am saying nothing

new

a strange soft silence covers me like snow
like innocence still waiting to be spoiled
but just a little deeper down I know
there hides a solid mile of stone and soil

no tolling bell, no chime to mark the time
no clock, no metronome, no pendulum
only my silent mind that tries to mime
the illusion of equilibrium

am i dumb
for falling so fast
the answer
a very ignored fact
i just wanna be loved
so bad
like maybe that explains
the way i act

but when i fall
its hard and unforgiving
what is it
you really want with me
i'm tired of how often
the balance keeps switching
whatever you need
can you try to find it in me