I want a trip to the hospital so I can feel vulnerable
I want to speak the feeling
I need a reason for revealing
Hide away miles away with the other half of me
"Impossible," I lie awake feeling less than I could be
I'm clay without a kiln
I'm a parched little seed
You've come to the end of the film
They're always stopping me
I want to call the doctor and talk about the internet
My feelings need a foster home I'll take what I can get
I need to know what I'm doing this for
I'm staring at unopened doors
The key to each is a piece of myself
I'm asking for someone to help