i'm never gonna be the poet i want 
'cause i have left all my poetry behind
i filled all my heart with nothing but empty words 
i was so much better years ago without her song

you know i worked all my life for this heart
this masterpiece thats is our love 
you know i could die for you

please don't ask me twice 

'cause i know i do i do i do

everything is as twice as heavy
and bad dreams keep coming
the dreamer is only falling

take my youth and all it's trouble, all my life has been in a filter bubble
you know i could die for you

please don't ask me twice 

'cause i know i do i do i do

if they let us

"I sometimes fear that I am misunderstood.
It is simply because what I want to say,
what I need to say, won't be heard.
Heard in a way I so rightfully deserve.
What I choose to say is of so much substance
That people just won't understand the depth of my message.
So my voice is not my weakness,
It is the opposite of what others are afraid of.
My voice is my suit and armor,
My shield, and all that I am.
I will comfortably breath in it, until I find the moment to be silent.
I live loudly in my mind, so many hours of the day.
The world is pin drop sound compared to the boom
That thumps and bumps against the walls of my cranium.
I live it and love it and despise it and I am entrapped in it.
So being misunderstood, I am not offended by the gesture, but honored.
If they let us..."

once i loved so hard that i broke my bones
my songs never warmed people's hearts
three years ago i could tell, my nights would fell
now on mornings i'm dying as well
it's kinda sad but i'll take it

every new failure comes into a new brand scar
a troubled mind for a troubled heart
i tried to make a change but my brain is going places i dont know
and i don't know what to say

creative songs come from creative concepts they say
well i think hurting myself isn't very much creative
i learnt it from my eyes
my mom used  to say i was good at it
now i'm not good at anything
me and my broken hands

me and my broken eyes