Even if I was the boy apart, not invited on play dates
My own mother would resecue me from my silenced prison fate
Not even an emergency would incite the slightest squeek
How'm i gonna enjoy my sweets when i cant say trick or treat

When Jacob tries to speak
His bones feel like glass
His skin feels like paper and his lips are glued shut

i just wanna be comfortable, a shy smile accross my face
I wont talk, I cant talk, there not my mistakes
Mother imposed a new condition, I get treats after school
if i drop my selective mutism but my teacher is a fool

When Jacob tries to speak
His bones feel like glass
His skin feels like paper and his lips are glued shut

Even if she cared enough Jacob and I still couldnt: Love

When Jacob tries to speak
His bones feel like glass
His skin feels like paper and his lips are glued shut

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