In "The Feels"

Fake A.

All of you think you have it
This urgent need to escape
At least you can find a smile
Tell me, does your mind go blank?

I can set and dwell
On the things from many days
And only wonder why
I can't find the words to say.

I see you and your
Back against the dark
I always fall behind
Even with my racing heart.

I guess it makes me angry
That you, the origin of my fears
Can set around and say that
You're the one so stabbed with the spear.

Don't get me wrong
You have problems of your own
Sentencing to death
On your golden little thrown.

I see you play your games
So carelessly, it's true
This is just another scheme
To make them feel sorry for you.

For some of you, it's there
I see it in your eyes
The fire in your chest
That eats you from inside.

You wouldn't write it on your face
You'd keep it in a box
Anyone that cannot scream
Is harder to be caught.