And pretend there's nothing there
No comfort in my beating heart
It's all so hard to bare
I'm curled up like a fetus
Segregated in my womb
Hidden away from society
Locked within my tomb
I'll stand alone in fear of love
The weapon, my un-sharp sword
I can't break away from the lonely seclusion
snapped back by umbilical cord
I'll give birth to myself to die again
The umbilical cord, my noose
I'll look back upon my selfish ways
So glad that I got loose
Mental power, prenatal care
Whatever it may be
I made it out the the death canal
Still wishing I wasn't me