all that I've written
I gave myself the plight
what happens to my will
when there's nothing left to write
all the jagged walls are not
enough I found
I'll find a way
to make me
that's the way I take me there
put it to my brain
and scar my filter
aching stomachs worth it now
take it off and turn around
plastic bottles
shake my hand
love's inside you
tongue it out
I gave myself the plight
what happens to my will
when there's nothing left to write
all the jagged walls are not
enough I found
I'll find a way
to make me
that's the way I take me there
put it to my brain
and scar my filter
aching stomachs worth it now
take it off and turn around
plastic bottles
shake my hand
love's inside you
tongue it out