Roadkill

VERSE ONE:
you've every right to fear the monsters inside
and though you hate yourself you've nothing to hide
don't try to run away
you shouldn't even breathe today
don't get too close

CHORUS:
Falling from the sky
Too tired to cry anymore
Closing the door on yourselves
Losing hope
So sick of coping skills
And feeling like roadkill

VERSE TWO:
I can't do anything but hold my tongue
One more wrong word and I might lose the one thing I know I need
I'm a mess
I think less of myself than you think
that's very small

CHORUS:
Falling from the sky
Too tired to cry anymore
Closing the door on yourselves
Losing hope
So sick of coping skills
And feeling like roadkill

Author's Note

Sorry about the shortness; I'm just far too lazy to write any more