clay

It feels like i've been in my skin for too long

The pressure is overwhelming to simply stay strong

Wanting to be anyone other than myself just for a day

Wishing i could from a new body and bones out of clay

I'm tried of seeing out of my eyes

Getting bored of the feeling that's living inside

Seems like there's been so many "old me's" that have withered away and died

I just wanna meet the new version of me that I might actually like

I don't wanna go out anymore

Inside is the only place that feels like home