What are my lines?

Will you like my plainest self?\u2028

Am I back to front?

One day soon isn’t clear enough

Not enough story here

I don’t know what to share

There’s no more room on your cast for me to sign

There’s no more room in here for another me to hide

What I feel for you

I don’t feel for any one -of a kind

What kind is this?\u2028I’m turning up the soil in the moonlight to find out

I’m curdling all my hearts desires to walk out

The Escape artist in me slows down

Cold feet melting bliss, spellbound

No one here asks me about my disguise

Good at playing dead, Better at life