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Steve Riscica
Laying on my bed, I can't get to sleep again
Hearing the soap operas arguing in my mind again,
Pillow over my head, trying to block out the voice again
Thinking of ways to let myself free
But I know it will never come true
Never know what I'm wanting to do.
Should I keep smiling wearing another person's clothes again,
Go with the mainstream, don't go against the grain again,
Wearing this mask there's only so much you can take
Should I stop lying and learn to come clean again?
Or is it just a mistake?
Is being the outcast the only way to happiness?
Is what is right really worth all this loneliness?
Is there a way I can ever clean up this mess?
Will I ever know what to do?
Will I ever be close to you?
Hopelessly conducting the devil's sweet symphony,
Trying to hard to get you to believe in me,
Feeling the monster clawing at the soul inside of me,
I try to defend but his power soon consumes me,
And still I lye awake,
Never knowing which road to take.
Debating on whether to wake up in the morn again,
Whether to fight the apparitions of hope again,
Wanting my hands to run through your hair again,
But I never know how to feel,
I don't even know if it's realÉ
