I look for help all in the
Wrong places
I find content all in the
Wrong faces
I'm starting to think
That I deserve the way it displaces
Hide my skeletons
They're waiting to come out
They're hesitant
I always feel like a bee must sting
That my voice will crack when I sing
That something won't be everything
It will be you when it rings
I need to think what I don't know
I need to express what I can't show
I'm stressed
And I'm not well dressed
