"Tread Lightly,
Boy.
Is what I spoke,
Into a black abyss.
Because,
Anyone one of these stones may flip,
And this toxic wasteland of relationships,
May destroy me.
It's Normal,
All Normal.
I am a creature in a cage,
Observed with gentle, sympathetic eyes,
Yet afraid hearts.
For I may blow!
Any second now,
It'll take over.
A gut feeling,
Panic, Always Panic.
It's Normal,
All Normal.
The noose is tied with gentle hands.
"It's Normal,
All Normal"
Until I'm dead,
I'll tell myself this.
For I am a confused soul,
One with a split smile,
And a divided heart.
It's Normal,
All Normal
