And maybe am a bit too messed up,
And sometimes I wonder what the bedsheets say about me when am not around ..
And what would the curtains do if they found out all the things I've done behind their back?
Coz I got a closet full of dry skeletons and am a fraid if I open up you will grind them into powder and get high on them...
And each day I hide behind that crooked smile while in the inside my anxiety keeps reminding me how easy I am to crush