Time to be courageous
Time to feel it surround
Everything that you are
Feel off somehow
Is it the sound
Or the sight of your frown
I forgot about my skeleton
Clinging to my skin
Creaking with the strain of the earth
My stomach hurts
What was the point of all of this
To lie about who I am
Or to find meaning in my hands
Meaning in my hands
Meaning in my hands