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