Writes songs that he hates to sing
In his room that he doesn't leave too much
Plays guitar with a missing string
The other five have drowned in rust
Needs help but he feels like there's been none
Tired of hearing other people's opinion
He hates them, debates ever showing his face
As his house feels like the only safe space
A heart that's cracked
Your hairs dyed black
Wears striped long sleeves
Under big band tees
They cover scars and cuts that hurt
He's an introvert
Trapped in a house he fears to leave
A place with all he needs
Is it just fantasy
The place he dreams
A heart that's cracked
Your hairs dyed black
Wears striped long sleeves
Under big band tees
They cover scars and cuts that hurt
He's an introvert
Trapped in a house he fears to leave
A place with all he needs
A heart that's cracked
Your hairs dyed black
Wears striped long sleeves
Under big band tees
They cover scars and cuts that hurt
He's an introvert
Trapped in a house he fears to leave
A place with all he needs