I think something is wrong I'm slowly coming to terms This feeling’s what I deserve but I have never earned I'm locking eyes with strangers and Seeing their younger selves so afraid and lost I figured out the human condition We are tied to the skin that we decline Inner spark treated like a scar Splitting under stress No light under duress No light under duress I constantly wonder Lost inside Losing time Younger minds Wishing the body to die I see through the keyhole The door to your soul Breathing in the mould Oblivious to passages carved with old knives Slide the blade under my nails Expose the bed on which I’ll die A bastion made of calluses Hold the pain at bay But I lock eyes with you once again And feel the ache in my veins Lost inside, losing time Younger minds wishing the body to die Wearing thin The frail ways we justify What we are reaching for I'm locking eyes with strangers and Seeing their younger selves So afraid And lost