When I open up
My mouth is a pen
My heart the ink
and the paper is deaf

This is how you hear me
This is how I let you in
This is how I get it out

I'm locked within myself
An effect of staying inside too long
The skeletons in my closet collect dust
They stay untouched and rarely see light
I don't need to go back in there

I sympathise with the music
I empathise with the poet
and in beat I fix my heart

The things that bother me
are all in my head
Yet that's where I go to save myself

My awful mouth is my worst enemy
It works when it shouldn't
Lockjaw infections burn
when I need to talk the most

I can't blame this on my past
This is me, my fault
Not bastards of my past
or the errors in the future

Today I open my mouth
Today I speak of my real thoughts
Today I'm nolonger supperficial
Today, scares me beyond reason