My soul sings in higher Octaves than my larynx will allow My skin sitting still tiredly but Tightly ties together all my guts I'm finding a way to gently Alleviate the surface pain And entertain ideas of being Seen as what my heart Wants to display Morphing esophageal practices Hardening the lumps up in my throat My heart throbs in impossible rhythms My head never could erode It's so hard to say what's truly the Root of this unsettling in my brain Rarely a day goes by that I don't Feel it in my blood through every vein I can't disconnect the ties My throat keeps trying To link back up to my soul There's all these things I can't explain or justify To anyone I know I can't think like I am only this shell I can't think like I am only this shell I can't think like I am only this shell I can't think like I am only this shell I can't think like I am only this shell I can't think like I am only this shell