I don't want you to look at me
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Though the eyes of a stranger
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Because you might come to realize that I am stranger
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Than a fish that never fries,
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Than an eye that never cries,
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Than people who swear up and down that they have never lied
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Regardless, insecurities that others may perceive,
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Are benign in the eyes of my friends
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I don't need you to see me flailing at my nervous habits
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Each one taunting me for being unable to stab it
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Digging holes inside my head about what I should have said
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Wishing I could find an answer or a little to shed
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Regardless, insecurities that others may perceive
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Are benign in the eyes of my friends
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I don't want you to always know exactly how I feel
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I need your help to weather what the epicenter deals
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When doubt is held at bay, but the surface rubs away
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The sun is shining everywhere, but I can't find a ray
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Regardless, insecurities that others may perceive
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Are benign in the eyes of my friends
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IN THE EYES OF MY FRIENDS
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Sugar |