Testo: Down By Law. Fly The Flag. Find It.

sitting in my room
just wasting time
i've spent my whole life asking
questions
and when the answers come
they hurt or wound
i don't know what it takes to bind it
i don't know what it takes to find it
is there such a thing as piece of mind?
on the telephone
i hear your voice
and i wonder what's behind it
and in your eyes
the blankest beauty
i wonder what there is inside it
i don't know what it takes
to find you
i'll give pieces of my mind
i'm always mixed up every time
pathetic ramblings, this i know
welcome to this bitter show
this poetry is not romantic
and anger is not a tonic
painting on a smile
so you'll never know
just how deeply your words
hurt me
and boys don't cry
this i know
i've been socialized to
hide it