I spent months trying to construct The answer to their understanding But in one cold silver pressed against my palm They showed me what they think of me
And no matter how much I try How willing I am to let them into my head They will always see me as they will And I guess that's fine; their image of me
In their heads is better, than the one I have of myself.
For The Herd.
Thank you for the gift. Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for being my friends.