Dying to stay young
dying young is dying inside
I could feel the chains in a perfect smile
and always feel that shame inside their eyes

I'm dying to speak the words
—I keep swallowing my pride
And how do I compare myself to a
much more successful guy
Writing all the words it seems,
but they don't read in between the lines

     ...how to tell those who don't listen,
                                 I'm not doing fine