Yank the door to my heart open,It's hard for me to do it ...

Yank the door to my heart open,
It's hard for me to do it by myselfAs the walls I built years agoRefuse to lower down.
They refuse to let me breathe.
My heart is like a guitar with no strings,The melodious music is long gone nowThere is a cavity in my heartWaiting to be filled with something
Dangerous yet completely safe.

The silence speaks to me,With a distorted voice, As if spoken by monsters and goblins
As if the demons under my bed are now
Inside my own head.

The words they are screaming
They...