You won't let me speak out
With my best efforts to make you see
I'm feeling so tied down
Incarcerated whilst you pull my teeth
What are you scared of
Regretting the things you might of said
Or is it the monsters clad with razor teeth
Hiding deep beneath your bed

It's a little bit harder when you try so hard
It's a little bit harder when I'm anxious and over think
About this and the things I miss
When you're falling apart
It's a little bit harder you'll see
Letting go of the monster in me
Next time I'll try harder

My imperfections
Making promises I can't keep
I'm sick of these ghosts
With holes in sheets, they keep me from my sleep
(They keep me from my sleep)

We're both happy to walk away
We've got our own issues to face
I'm sick of all these ghosts and [bad word] We're both happy to walk away
We've got our own issues to face
I'm sick of all these ghosts and [bad word] 
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