Now having...

Demented overtures
Score
Bloodbath
Innocence held
Together with paste
Child’s paste
Spread with a stick
Tongue splinters
Restriction
Weight
Responsibility
Reality
Can’t deal with
Reality
Change me
Change me
Change my
Everything
I want you to
Pet me like you
Used to
Please
I don’t need your
Distance to be
So far mentally
As it is physically
Speak
Speak
Speak
Silence is rotten
You’re scared of the
Real dark
I’m scared of the
Figurative
Love me
Like you used to
I wish
We could always be
Falling…