Do you want to talk about anything today?
No.
Yes.
Do you want to play a game?
Yes.
No.
You see,
I’d rather spill my guts than my words
And I’d rather slowly go insane,
Than open up,
Because my mind is a different place
Inescapable, closed off, caged
I’d rather you know my feelings by the look in my eyes
The emptiness inside
I’d rather you see how I am when I walk into the room...