Strength in solitude is a gift and a curse
I won't reach out when I'm doing my worst
I don't want to burden everyone I'm around
I scream to myself just to escape all the sound
I wish I could sew my lips together sometimes
I wish I could see the light behind my eyes
Constantly reading the mood in my face
I'd sooner shred my skin
Than be with you in this place
Stages of grief can become a routine
And stained slates sometimes can't wash clean
How's this a place I've found myself in?
Stripped down to my skeleton again
Shed my skin and start again
I won't let anyone in
Shed my skin and start again
I'll burn in Hell forever before
The fire of shame touches my soul