You Wont Let Me Speak Out,
With My Best Efforts To Make You See,
Im Feeling So Tied Down,
Incarcerated Whilst You Pull My Teeth,
What Are You Scared Of?
Regretting The Things You Might Have Said.
Or is it the Monsters Clad With Razor Teeth,
Hiding Deep Beneath Your Bed.
Its a little bit harder,
when you try so hard,
Its a little bit harder,
when Im Anxious and over think,
About this and the things I miss
When youre falling apart
Its a little bit harder youll see
Letting go of the monster in me
Next time Ill try harder
My imperfections
Making promises I cant keep
Im sick of these ghosts
With holes in sheets, they keep me from my sleep
They keep me from my sleep
Were both happy to walk away
Weve got our own issues to face
Im sick of all these ghosts and motions complicate
Were both happy to walk away
Weve got our own issues to face
Im sick of all these ghosts and emotions complicating