you put a leash on my instincts
you cut out the tongue of my voice
you opened the box of my insecurities
you took my heart and drained it
you saw a trash can and threw me in it
you said it would all stop
you told me you were done
how can that be
when things are just the same
my instincts are still leashed
my voice's tongue is still severed
my box of insecurities is still open
my heart still stays drained
and here i am, still in that trash can
yes. things are just the same.
