If I was inside out,
There'd be nothing to see,
Just blue blood,
My insecurities,
Not the girl you see.
What do you really see?
I should change,
It'll be better that way.
Is it the color or the self.
Which exactly should I change?
I see no beauty in the self.
I know no such thing like that.
My mind isn't here.
I don't know where.
I'm dead
Hanging, on the roof.
I'm turned upside down,
It'll all be okay...