I only write when it's late
And when my chest hurts
The clock blinks one two three
And that's when my heart flies near the sun
The burning sphere
That makes my eyes tear
And my insecurity break free
None of this is for the masses;
All of it's for me
When most of my words are unpublished
Saved in tabs marked: "ongoing"
Because that's what the mind is like
And I'm always returning
To thoughts I don't want anyone to hear
My doubt doubt doubting
And my shout shout shouting
I don't want you to see my heart bleeding
Cause you wouldn't like the color
And you've got it all wrong.
My words aren't lovely: they're ugly