Talks about it all the time
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It's a sickness he says
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So sure all the time
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He hates it
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And I honestly believe him
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So sure all the time
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Maybe the one who screams the most
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Screams about himself
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Fed up of giving up
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Clean cup please drink up
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He sees it's eating him up
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It's the price he pays
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But it's not even worth a dime
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So scared that people may find out
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He is what he hates
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So scared all the time
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This is his naked inside
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Piece by piece he's trying to build a ladder
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For him to fall from
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Every time he climbs
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He condemns their actions
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So that no one will suspect
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That he's the victim for his own crime
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This is his darkness
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In which he will stand
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This is his naked inside
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Alone in a desert land
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And I'm a coward
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Shut my eyes and concentrate
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On my shell, on soap and shower
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Oh God how I want to tell the world
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But I hesitate
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So why don't I have the guts to tell you he's me?
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My Mother's Only Son
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