I wrote a song:

I’m here, I’m here I’m underneath your skin. 
You can’t feel me cause I refuse to let you in. 
Writer, fighter, burnt down, collider. 
I’m a little bird parched out here, don’t wanna disappear.

And all things in my life may go, but I’ll save art, I can’t lose van gogh 

Make me love you make love you cause I won’t.
Make me know you make me know you cause I don’t. 
I’m no winner, a beginner at sticking these things through, but I’m for you. 

Forget, forget the reason and the rhyme. 
I swear I try to tell myself this all the time. 
The second I, open my eyes and wake.
It’s like I can’t see me without a double take.

I can’t wait until I’m old, because I’m young I’m not controlled. 
Can’t you see, I must free, I do what my mind is told.