I'll take your words
And attach to them like a leech
I'll explain myself twice
Cause a lot went into that speech
I scream for your approval
But you can't hear the voices in my head
And when all the voices are locked inside
I may as well be the walking dead
I drag out situations, miles long,
Most folks would probably just bypass
I get hurt at the slightest prick
As if I were made out of glass
I'm a deadly foe to come against
Using, vindictively, every arsenal in my tank
But mostly I am small in stature
Under your eyes, my ego has always sank
I keep searching for the answers
inside-out is how I seek
And until I have found them
I'll just be an emotional freak
