i dont know

if i dare to give you something to see

will you look down on me?

if i show you the not so pretty things

will you accept the discomfort my presence brings?

'cause i can be quite fun

until i get tired and run

since i dont feel like playing that part anymore

of the girl you couldnt help but fall for

i keep trying to convince me

that the likeable front i put up is something i could be

but time passes and i wanna return

to the limbo i live in where nothing needs to be earned

i'm so exhausted of the pretending

since the joy human connection is supposed to bring is still pending

i just feel like lying down 

disperse, bewildered

refusing to use my mouth.