Who is sitting in my chair, using my hands?
Who is using my heart, my body, my brain?
I swear I never meant for it to be like this;
I swear I thought I was whole again.
I guess I am not.
You might find out how stubborn I was
When I decided not to die.
Apparently, my biggest fear is hurting people
I swear I forgot how broken I was,
And how I need someone around
In order to feel stable,
And how my mind
Seems to drift away from the grasp of my brain
When I am left alone to do what I please.
I guess that is why
My heart leapt off my chest that night
And turned into a bird without wings
[Just like before]
And fell to the floor.
I swear I never meant
To be trapped in myself