I’m not the same.
But I don’t feel like I’ve changed.
You read the words upon my page.
Broke into my head, this prison I call a cage.
Let me sleep, remain inside my dream.
Where everything is exactly as it seems.
Where words aren’t said
Proof is made with actions instead.
So pin me down, and rip me up.
Break me down, I’ve had enough.
Promises of a haven that I can’t see.
In a bed made for you and me.
