there is something wrong with you
you know it, the feeling will never shoo
you try to fit in, but there's never the right shoe
the truth bleeds in your words
like paper, straight through
what you have gone through to deserve this?
there has to be more, there needs to be a purpose
you rack your brain to think, but eventually it's worthless
you can't get away from her, this demon of a person
but that's all right, for the first in your life
you feel free, you feel lost, and there's no more strife
you're on the edge of that green tall hedge
and you're afraid to fall, lest your end be nigh