Private Breakdown

Rock back and forth, clutching your pillow
In a room where no one can hear
Turn off the lights and cry your muffled cries

No one can see how pathetic you are
No one will realize how weak you've been
So tired of being strong, just let go, break down now

Sob as quiet as can be, gasping for air
Eyes and nose run, but you don't really care
Let them stream, let them pour
Nothing really matters anymore

What would they say, if they could see
The sorry state you're in
Clothes are wrinkled, eyes are red and trademark fetal position

Screw the world, it's too demanding
Screw the world, it's so commanding
Screw the world, let it leave a message
It can stick it's pretentious judgements up its almighty ass

You hate yourself
How small and feeble
You hate yourself
Much too old for tears
Too grown-up to want someone to hold
To lean against and cry
To soak their t-shirt, squeeze their sides
And listen to sweet nothings

God, what age are we again
There's no monsters in the closet
No bogey man under the bed
And cotton covers can't protect you

Dry your face, calm your breath
Fix your clothes, brush your hair and check
Little flushed, not too bad, no one would suspect a thing
Quit hiding, turn the knob
A cheery smile...to hide from all