I don't mind writing about what I feel

I do care about talking, though

It's just all too confusing

So many contradictions

My come backs are quick

Depending on my insecurities

'Cause it's a whole big mess of thoughts

A whole big mess of feelings

A lack of whatever it is

Whatever that still bothers

with no apparent reason

That's just me

And it's damn hard to get used to it

Damn fucking hard to deal with myself

Guess it all revolves around what I'm supposed to be

Who I'm not

Who I don't wanna be

Honestly, I don't even want to be here

Can't follow the straight line

can't bloom my petals

Just don't wanna talk about it

don't wanna talk...