something is fleeing inside of me
why must you look at me?
I was told once fear is only an illusion
then explain my seclusion
you make me feel like nothing
and then again like... something
like I'm the only one in the room
in this silence that's screaming
I feel so demeaning
there's something right here
the look in your eyes
and my clever disguise

there is something very wrong here
something that just doesn't fit
is it me? is it you? is it us?
there is something I don't get
what's wrong with me?
why can't I accept things they way they are?
whey do I question something so great?
is what fills me hate?
there is something good in you
something I can't look past
why do you look at me?
is there something you like about me too?