Dry eyes, dry mouth
I lie in wait for something to believe in
I fear I've lost my way, fallen off the path
But somehow I manage to get back up again
I wonder does anyone ever think of me
Do they know what goes on inside?
Do they even really know who I am?
If they do, would they please tell me
I see myself as different to the rest
I hate to follow a universal trend
But in doing so, am I alienating myself?
Am I rejecting what I should embrace?
I feel my head swelling, I feel it letting go
Of potentially damaging secrecies
I'm glad of this release I've been granted
And that I will never know what they were











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