Blow Out

In my mind

and nailed into my heels.

All the time

killing what I feel.

And everything I touch

(All wrapped up in cotton wool)

(All wrapped up and sugar coated)

turns to stone.

I am fused

just in case I blow out.

I am glued

just in case I crack out.

Everything I touch turns to stone.

Everything I touch

(All wrapped up in cotton wool)

(All wrapped up and sugar coated)

turns to stone.