67 – The “Quiet Weird Kid”

 Tricked right by broken-promise songs 
 Gibb'rish wished dreams strung me along 
 Shoulda taken forked road's left prong 

 Losing direction - vice takes leæd 
 Numbing vibration, smoking weed 
 Loving connection what I need 

 Scary to admit how lonely 
 It is the part they do not see 
 Drowning as they still ignore me 

 Words so heavy and I'm so weak 
 I cannot even bear to speak 
 My voice now playing hide-&-seek 

 Back row reservation - I hid 
 Apathy's cracks through which I slid 
 Just another "quiet weird kid"