Find a way to wash my thoughts from all this mud
I promise you would find out the real me
I'm begging you to see it in me
I need you to care about my feelings, see what my words look like and mean
They're buried underneath the traipsing old dirt
Everythings a blur but I can see all the truth through your eyes
I want you to see my desperation
Strain in your voice when you reach out to me
Telling myself, "hush little girl" with your voice in my head
Getting more comfortable, getting more familiar with each other
The progression has shifted and now it's taking it's toll on me.