Open It


The book sits flat and face down on the desk
I can only sit and stare at it contemptuously
Because it told me what I was, what I really
Was, away from the people and locked in my room.

"I can only sit and stare at it contemptuously."
"Stare at what?" She cried, startled and sad but I
Was away from the people and locked in my room.
I heard her outside my door, begging me to come out

Stare at what? She'd cried, startled and sad but I
Didn't bother to explain to someone that should have known.
I heard her outside my door, begging me to come out.
My eyelids felt heavy, I wanted to shut them to the world, so I

Didn't bother to explain to someone that should have known
I was not a little girl anymore.
My eyelids felt heavy, I wanted to shut them to the world,
But she was still crying and knocking at the door.

I was not a little girl anymore
My body has not shrunk away in fear
But she was still crying and knocking at the door.
A little voice whispered to me in the lone of my company.

My body has not shrunk away in fear
It had opened up more and more
A little voice whispered to me in the lone of my company,
'Give me your hand...'

It had opened up more and more
I was crying alone on my bed, small and foolish
'Give me your hand...'
The voice came again.

I was crying alone on my bed, small and foolish
Distraught and alone, I listened to
The voice that came again.
At night, it came. Always at night.

Distraught and alone, I listened to
The sound of the day as it ended.
At night, it came. Always at night,
And I began to despise it.

The sound of the day as it ended
Should have been cheerful but I looked at the book and it was then
That I began to despise it.
"Tell me how can I change?" I hissed through my teeth.

Should have been cheerful but I looked at the book and it was then
That it told me what I was, what I really-
"Tell me how I can change!" I hissed through my teeth.
The book sits flat and face down on the desk.