I feel like I'm made of cheap glass I have no purpose, I'm not of high class And even though I'm of no use That will never make a good excuse
Pardon my outburst, I'm containing my thoughts And each one that goes can never be caught They all burst from my mind like a brilliant volcano Each one setting off a light and faint glow
I feel like I'm absolutely fake I put on a smile because if I'm happy, that's all it takes It doesn't hurt them if I'm sad, no one even cares Because when I'm sad, they just feel the need to stare
I don't pay attention to them because I know deep in my mind All of them have no idea of the things I think of, they're blind Each thought darker than the last Remembering all the bad times in the past
Each thought bubbles up and creates paranoia Each one branches out like a giant sequoia I hate each and every one for they swarm me like flies I can't explain how much it hurts, but each sharp sting of pain I despise
If you go outside at night, after the world goes to sleep, you can hear the planet sigh, under the secrets it cant keep. And the wind sings with different tunes, to all the one you hear by day, as though its choking on the words, that we're all afraid to say. And I wonder at the problems, we've tried to melt inside its core, Whether its packed so close to bursting, that it can't hold any more. For how long we see its weakness, When we've not known something so strong, and if it weeps and we can't hear it, does that mean there's nothing wrong?
I've seen bodies aching, freshly groomed, seeking to fill the void with touch. Sleeping under vibrant bouquets of drowsiness and lethargy. I can see the figure in my future He's drowning in the plants of **** But I should wait until that time. I must, I must, I must.