I'm hidden away like **** Is it shame or Is it scorn? That keeps me under lock and key. We go out and face the doom. Our only witness is the moon. Is this all we ever get, Hiding in the open air, as if we have the years to spare? Swallowing tears until we might drown Both to tired to face the truth, Pretending we didn't waste our youth. Doesn't erase the lines on our face Or the lies in our hearts Sadness when we part Madness when we share a space Where exactly is our place?