to be loved for just a moment
in another place
one made outside myself
to forget the lingering
hatred etched in my soul
to just for a moment
let the cobwebs go
i think that might be enough

A whisper in the wind
that's what you say to me
always in the back of my mind
always in the pit of my stomach

You wear a sick grin
one only I can see
you always feel the need to shine
whenever i'm in public

Wherever I go, you're under my skin
and I am never free
you always want to cross the line
and just make me your puppet

Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?