Trying to control every sentiment I have
My life set in stone, I was better off alone
I'm not comfortable putting voids into the trash
So I face their eyes; watch them watch me looking back
I've got a prick in my heart, all of the vulnerable parts
I've got a pick in my soul, making a halve of me whole
And every time I step outside to walk and look out at the sea
Miles of vitality
And even though I can't begin to explain all I thought was wrong
I won't care for long