The tickle of it running down my face
So slow
People say they feel what I feel
But they really just don't know
The thoughts of things running through my head
Just won't let go
Things are changing all around us
Everyone's fronting ; tryin' to be tough
But that's not enough to see you through
just to think of things the way that I do
My concepts of life are so different
From yours
Most of these thoughts
Are behind closed doors
Why are things this way?
I ask myself this question each day
Are things going to change?
For better or for worse?
I haven't yet found
The reasons of my worth
The tickle of it running down my face
So slow
The tears of hurt
Just don't let go.......................
