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
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