In a desperate search for words I am given a chance to breathe It's the calm before the storm It's my reason for everything I'm sharpening a pencil on my writers block To use when the words stop I'll cut loose the cords that cut into me To grow some thicker skin and shed insecurity From outside i hear the echo of those empty words I'm setting fire to that place i've built for my concerns I'm not about to act surprised by actions when i'm desperate If you fuck with a wounded animal you deserve to get bit
