I've got some secrets I admit, but who are you to decide if this is as far as I'll get? I don't want to pass with my pride out of reach but I also really want to no longer fucking breathe

Nail all the images I try to escape from along the lining of my mind. Then manifest each one into what I truly fear inside.

Shedding my skin just to slide back into the same disguise I thought I'd destroyed that night. Never can seem to wash away the smell of smoke from my jeans, just another thing that's got a hold on me