Untie me from this anchor
Made up of faces
So taken with cages

Closed in by lines they drew
This is so $#&@ed
How did you go so far

You lost sight of who you wanted to be
Staying in station?


Growing sick of not wearing my heart on my sleeve
And wearing myself down until I have choice
I'm leaving

But I've always been taught to stand in place
I know in my chest, this divided town can't mend
In the end;

At least I found my real friends

Days were a series of sticks and stones

It took your words to crack my bones
So try your hardest to hold your tongue
I'd fracture my own trying to break this tension.