I can’t find the words, I can’t find the rhyme.
I can’t find the love, or the hope or the time.
I’m stuck in my head, everything is too loud
I’m lost in defiance, I’m too damn proud.

I’ve got these trust issues, pushing at my mind.
It’s not that I’m isolated, distant or confined.
It’s that If you speak right, tell me what I want
My mind is yours, open to haunt.


I want you to respect me, not think that I'm weak..
Think that I’m strong, not pathetic and meek.
But when my defenses are so vulnerable, and I am so small
I trust the first person who appears stable and won’t fall.