Walked a tight rope every night
Couldn't talk about it,
"Religion is the solution; here, come see the light!"
The answer was always religion, or pills, or therapy
Those things I could never do
Even when I tried, and I tried them all
Eyes always on the doorway
Listening keenly for the sound of footsteps in the hallway
My sister would snore softly
Every nerve in me was lit on fire
Burning, oh the sensation was so painful
Maybe if I didn't blink, maybe if I didn't breathe..
Maybe no one would appear at the entrance
Maybe doom wouldn't be at my door
Maybe..
I'd still be a little more me than I had been....
~The Greater Wrong
