in the middle of a crowded floor
surrounded by conformists and airheads
alone but better than not.
trying not to look at you
hiding in the bathroom
heart beats harder than before
is it real life?
can't keep me away from this
I'll always find a way to come back
chaos in a simple place
composure seems a foreign state
confused within my own brain
debating my moves as you sing
have I built it up to be more than it's worth?
worse than I ever imagined
I will never leave
I can't be made to
nervous thoughts take over until time is unreal
someday it will be as I hoped
and nothing shall be suspected