It's tough,
Everything seems rough,
The gloom I feel won't heal the peal that covers the darkness that is so real.
I can't deal.
Or can I?
You see, a tree can be only what you can see,
But the mind allows a human to change,
Be deranged,
Act on stage,
Stay locked in a cage...
That's me.
A mass on two legs with sass to mask the pain that stains the me inside...
I can't hide...
I try.
But after each disaster I can't master, I plaster on a face faster than you can catch,
That's not a stretch.
It's true.
Don't tell me it's not, I'm not a robot to be fought on the dot of the clock,
I need to be sought
Don't I
I need someone to feed me keen need to speed up and slow down,
Not spin me around.
Want me,
I need to be loved,
Right?
Or am I not the guy that they spy and tie to their bony fingers,
Why do I linger?
I'll leave.
I guess I don't deserve love...
Do I..?
