This dreadful skin
I cant live in
its not mine
I cant reach out
I feel like a mime
what you think I am is what i'm not
I ponder this as I sit and watch the clock
the very moment I close my eyes
the early birds start to sing
in my head their songs echo and ring
I open my eyes and watch the dreadful sun,
yet another sleepless night,
this is no fun.