I'm talking to whoever hears
my digital voice. I'd be with
you now if I had the choice.
The way it gets with no one else around. I understand why it gets you so down.
I see the tears that fill your eyes. Pain I feel from you is no surprise.
It has been like this since we ran away. We've been lost for so long we've decided to stay.
Our state seems solitary to each one.
It's hard to care when we're on the run.
It gets cold standing out in the rain. It fills you up until you're
half-insane.
No one out there really seems
to care. To go back, we just wouldn't dare.
But we end up out there anyway. On our minds street is where we lay.
We're confused by the effect of our escape. The way we act seems borderline flake.
A cover-up for the real self. True feelings hidden on a poet's shelf.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC
I'm talking to whoever hears
my digital voice. I'd be with
you now if I had the choice.
The way it gets with no one else around. I understand why it gets you so down.
I see the tears that fill your eyes. Pain I feel from you is no surprise.
It has been like this since we ran away. We've been lost for so long we've decided to stay.
Our state seems solitary to each one.
It's hard to care when we're on the run.
It gets cold standing out in the rain. It fills you up until you're
half-insane.
No one out there really seems
to care. To go back, we just wouldn't dare.
But we end up out there anyway. On our minds street is where we lay.
We're confused by the effect of our escape. The way we act seems borderline flake.
A cover-up for the real self. True feelings hidden on a poet's shelf.
©2025 Daniel Tucker
All Rights Reserved.
This write doubles as lyrics for a song I wrote, titled, Hidden Feelings.
There's a live version of the song. Copy & paste the link below:
www.soundcloud.com/dantuckerband
There's also a studio version on YouTube.
The studio version includes a flute track.
I was the singer, songwriter & acoustic guitar player in the band.
I truly miss those days!!!
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