You are wearing twice as many parts as I am
Whats the point of feeling when you're this frightened
When you feel your organs falling from inside you
That's when you know everything is going to
Sitting at a table with 5 other teens
I'm the only one with my hands in my sleeves
Of everyone that's centred me since I was 15
Borderline and paranoid An emotional leech
A boy with wild flowers in his hair
Wishing he had something there
And the evil eyes are looking at me
It's that which compels me
To pick the brick up off the floor
And to put it in place