UncomfortableIn my own homeCrawlingUnder my own skinItchingAt my own maskFighingFrom my own cageComlacentIn my own lifeHurtingTo my own selfWaitingOn my own future
We had a lot of funAt our own expenseI look at those picturesAnd watch that videoAnd now I'm wonderingWhat part made senseI dressed up cuteOr as I thoughtBut when I saw those photosMy mind was wrappedAnd I wished I lookedLike anyone elseWe sang karaokeFor the first time everBut I can't actually singAnd I didn't know how to stand
I stood upBold and braveFor myselfCopying others' waysI followed suitTo fit in moreI just wanted friendsNot a heart soreI was stood upOn multiple daysLeft aloneIn this hazeI feel so lonelyDeep insideNot the surfaceOther's wont find
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,Weak, wretched sinner though I be),My trembling soul would fain be Thine;My feeble faith still clings to Thee.Not only for the Past I grieve,The Future fills me with dismay;Unless Thou hasten to relieve,Thy suppliant is a castaway.I cannot say my faith is strong,I dare not hope my love is great;But strength and love to Thee belong;Oh, do not leave me desolate!I know I owe my all to Thee;Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give!Do Thou my strength--my Saviour be,
A Pit -- but Heaven over it --And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad,And yet a Pit --With Heaven over it.To stir would be to slip --To look would be to drop --To dream -- to sap the PropThat holds my chances up.Ah! Pit! With Heaven over it!The depth is all my thought --I dare not ask my feet --'Twould start us where we sitSo straight you'd scarce suspectIt was a Pit -- with fathoms under it --Its Circuit just the same.Seed -- summer -- tomb --
What does the hangman think aboutWhen he goes home at night from work?When he sits down with his wife andChildren for a cup of coffee and aPlate of ham and eggs, do they askHim if it was a good day's workAnd everything went well or do theyStay off some topics and talk aboutThe weather, base ball, politicsAnd the comic strips in the papersAnd the movies? Do they look at hisHands when he reaches for the coffeeOr the ham and eggs? If the littleOnes say, Daddy, play horse, here'sA rope — does he answer like a joke:I seen enough rope for today?