can you ?
When it is late in the evening or early in the morning as the case may be
Does anyone hear the things I cant say?
When nothing I do is ok. When it all turns against me
Does anyone else know at all?
The people move around I see them all I have to
But I wonder at times, do they see me?
Do they know who I am, what I need?
It seems I dont.
The quiet attaches itself to my spine with Cold fingers.
Always there just behind the curtain and then it fades into the latest attempt
Its not a fear of something But a fear that this nothing will last forever.
That nothing I do will be ok, that what I need to say will NOT come out
That they really can hear they just dont.
That as I move further back from the crowd No one will even notice
The only thing worse it seems is when they draw near
Does anyone hear the things I cant say?
When nothing I do is ok. When it all turns against me
Does anyone else know at all?
The people move around I see them all I have to
But I wonder at times, do they see me?
Do they know who I am, what I need?
It seems I dont.
The quiet attaches itself to my spine with Cold fingers.
Always there just behind the curtain and then it fades into the latest attempt
Its not a fear of something But a fear that this nothing will last forever.
That nothing I do will be ok, that what I need to say will NOT come out
That they really can hear they just dont.
That as I move further back from the crowd No one will even notice
The only thing worse it seems is when they draw near