Wandering through this town
where everyone is too involved
Where they keep asking
What you dont want to talk about

Floating between whats right and whats wanted
too many thoughts too many feelings
living with a soul that's been haunted
true emotions need concealings

Can't think clear
Subtly in fear
slightly afraid
Of being played

Admiring wild flowers
But putting them in pots
Where they're easy to watch
And ready to wither.

How can something strengthen
and weaken you at the same time
How can there still be surprises
If everything seems so predictable

But even in a town like this
People can't be controlled
There are signs that you miss
that put your heart on hold

Dont want to get hurt
So you hurt yourself
thinking it is better this way
When its not

You're playing the role you grew into
And it feels like you belong
Between familiarity and restraint
Affection and pretence

They are the people that know you best
Know you longest
That care about you and your problems
for satisfaction of their drama addiction

How to distinguish the real from the fakeness
fake care is better than no care at all
it means you're not alone.
Technically.

No distractions left.
I dont wanna go.
But it hurts to stay
It hurts either way.