Frozen

Lost, dazed and confused in a loop, construed from a noose, tied tight by the hands of a poet.
Losing himself in a habit of swallowing his emotions and he knows it.
But he feels so much tougher than the epidermis that he's clothed in.
So his feelings, they get closed in..

His feelings they get closed in, his friends they get closed out.
He'll give the cold shoulder until it's frozen and claim he doesn't know how, claims he doesn't know how, the text that he sent never delivered. Maybe it's because the message wasn't ever typed out.
But it's okay, it's okay because I'm alright now. I'm alright now. Because
i've never felt more alive in the night when I cry out, when I cry out.
When I cry, I doubt that Ill ever be heard.
So I take the lesson that I've learned, and my weak stomach that just churns, at each misplacement of the words that can't help but to disperse threw the cursed lips of this rodent.