I’m a naked soul, that’s been awakened
in nights for so long, exhausted.
Why should I free myself from the trap that I’ve built alone?
With the moonlight and the sky,
telling them when to be heartless
and break the shell I’ve made.
Promises I hear, in the back of those who said they’ll stay,
are now just melodies with no words attached.
When people leave me, I think of myself as a commodity,
a human so desperate for attention
leaving me is my value after the work has been done. Useless!
Why don’t they throw me in the trash I want to know,
Why am I so happening for a few?
Why do they go afterwards?
When the heart knew things they wanted to confess,
They flee like there was nothing to be held.
And I become a naked soul again with nothing but flesh,
trying to be normal before the world could see me in trouble.