I keep my inner thoughts
On a secret server
My digital journal to keep track of myself
I keep a sketchbook with
All my weird little drawings
I never show them cause
It's not with the effort
Tip my pen with blood
Spill my insides on the keyboard
To keep you satisfied
I keep a diary with my dangerous ideas
I write it down to keep myself from being scared
Interconnected
Connection anxiety
I'm scared of what you think
When you try to dissect me
Interconnected
Connection anxiety
I'm scared of what you'll say
When you get inside of me
Under an all-seeing eye
There's no way to find the shade
Everyone needs an opinion
Everyone needs an opinion
Under an all-seeing eye
I can't escape the feeling
My life could end in days
It could end in minutes
Or hours or seconds
It doesn't matter anyway
I could try to keep it down
I could try to let it out
I do my best through my voice
My words my art my clothes
My everything
And you sit there
And you watch me pick my skin
You watch me bleed myself
Like a vessel for your entertainment
Does it matter anyway?"