Welcome to the place where my mind often wanders
Welcome to the corner of my brain where my doubts lie
Where my anxieties are written in red ink, because in black ink I write my history, and blue is where I write my sorrow.
Welcome to the place I often go to, to figure out why I'm still single
The far off part of my brain where I will rely on for answers that aren't needed
Do I need to put down a welcome mat in order for you to take the step and come on in?
These thoughts they don't just disappear
They're written along the walls of my skull in the blood I forgot I shed
You can try to make these things go away but they don't
Trust me I've tried for years
Oh, how rude of me, let me give you the tour.
If you look over there you will find a picture of my body where guys have touched me without my consent
In front of you is the journal filled with bullet points of why I'm so alone
This closet over here is a good place to hide my smiles, I know because I've been doing it for years.
I'm afraid this if the factory where all of my facades come from
Patented and manufactured right in this very spot.
Right there is the spot I wallow in self pity
Cacooned in tear stained pillows and blankets that could cover my body twice over, because I can't stand the thought of looking at myself
You can see my hall of shattered mirrors where my dysphoria likes to stay
This is what I like to call my organized sea of death
Alone and untouched because no one dares to come in
So what do you think now
You still want me?