Words that can't come out, is like a beast chained,
it could never be tamed, though it feels just a rage
It could be just because it cannot break, free from what he wants to say.
Oh to be free without restraint, is like a crime scene you left unscathed.
Oh the Irony of what I truly want, I want love yet here I am rejecting how it feels—this feeling that makes my heart bleed of jealousy and longing, now that I've got what I want I vomit it out, the butterflies that I spat out is just a bunch of love thats trying to see things out