it seems so hard to find a decent place outside
with no need to hide you can speak your mind you can be honest


and you don't have to pretend you could brave the day
and wear a naked face but why do you loathe all your friends?


making cracks at their expense if you choose a reason
why it would probably make you cry while you fight
with the still small voice inside. you can read me like a book,


i guess there's nothing to hide. there is nothing to hi