Hidden!

Pathetic and over-reaching listen to what you're preaching tearing at me with words so cold warm tears over phony love put on hold Why should I go and change; why must I be the one to re-range? I'm really not insane, I think there's just a problem in my brain All night staring at the wall the door, the ceiling... that startling sensation as I drift to sleep...and fall Pride in words that are held down tied to the wall and floor I'd hold your hand and hug you if I had something to hug you for I'm really not insane, I've never felt that pain... never went down with the ship what would I have to gain? Please take another look... I'd tell you if I could but you wouldn't hear me would you? I'm good at what I do... I'm good at hiding from you