All A Part Of Growing Up?
Is there something left to say when your mouth is sewn shut?
What do you expect to hear when your eardrums are punctured?
And what do you expect to see when your eyes are blindfolded?
How am I supposed to move when I can't even breathe
And tell me what am I supposed to be
Since the day it started the constant fear of drowning has stayed in mind
Entering my head and crawling into the back
Eating away my soul, slowly
I'm tired of being afraid