They never said it was okay. They never let me know that I was alright. Pictures in albums remind me. Of a boy who hasn't figured himself. . Oh, tripwire.
Looking back I realize. I've viewed through someone else's eyes. It's easy to forget that at times. . And I don't think you really care. And I don't even want you near.
I wish I could be silent, I wish I could turn my back on this. But you'd be right there waiting, waiting with your knife in hand. Ready to cut the life from me, wouldn't that be so convenient.
Take a look at me, tell them what you see. Just an ornament, ready to decorate. . Like a figure in little magazine. Position me to best suit your needs.
Time is running along and it always will. . I've heard about the lies you tell. And it just makes me sick. Do you really think I care. It makes no difference if you're gone.
I am lost inside like an innocent child. I am motionless, I'm paralyzed, I'm losing. . I never wanted to change, everything got rearranged. Now all these words don't mean anything.