Inside

I feel all these layers melting,
I heard them in the background yelling,
I know I have eight more lives,
I did my best to swallow your lies.

I don't want to get older,
I would like to be softer,
I would like to be lighter,
I would like to be brighter.

I don't know your music,
I'd like to feel you acoustic.
I drowned out your stories,
I have my own worries.

I'm not shiny enough,
I think I'm way too tough,
I need to start making sense,
I want to forget the past tense.