You know I hate rhyming
but…
I need to stop this.
I need to stop this.
Stop this.

-Without music because it’s probably making me deaf,
and
I already can’t hear what they're saying,
and they seem to not listen to me when I speak,
and my voice never travels too far
from my mind,
and
no one hears it but me.
No one hears it but me.
But me.

So…
I told them I could take it,
but it burns just a little
in my heart
because it’s melting,
and you make things soften and blend
till the rain streaks my cheeks under blue skies
because
they told me it’s blue.
Because they told me it’s blue.
It’s blue.