The clouds in the sky
blanket my life
and I can't deny
the confort of being covered up
I wish I could lie
and say I relished being out in the open
but stage fright rules me
just a reluctant puppet
because of you and your words
dancing my dance
in my own mind
all alone,
trying to prove myself I can fight
but I never show and tell
I would never kill and tell
but yet whispers get told of me in the night
all about me and about
shit i've never done!
or something that happened so long ago
that it shouldn't be judged onto me anymore
but still I do not stand up and scream for my supper!
I can't tell what I want and that that I need
I never want to suffer
from the crippling words
that you all push on me
so I stay covered,
blanketed in the clouds in my mind
Go with the flow,
never damming it up and sailing my own stream
because, I just don't know
if my paddles will stand the current
of the words and the punches
that all drift my way
(would my river be only that of tears?)
will i keep biting my tounge
for years and years and years?
I'll just blanket up,
I won't go out sailing today.