Don\'t come any closer to the composer
Apposer of exposure
Robed in composure
But inside is an implosion of unexpressed emotion
Compressed within the chest due to death without closure
Wounds that won\'t heal
Fumes that won\'t yield
Intoxicating the mind till the mind ceases to feel
Now my mind ceases to feel
Never mind this isn\'t real
Everything is fine
A smile to draw the line for your questions to stay behind
Everything is fine.