Posted 28 February 2010 - 04:15 AM
Belies my eggshell interior
Every order knocks me down and me deeper in my rut
And no matter how many times I make a show like I can just hop back up
It's all, "You're a goddamn grown-ass man, now, so why do you act like little punks?"
But we're not allowed to be truthful, 'It's because that's the way that you treat us!'
I don't know how long I've felt like this but it seems to have lasted ages
On the outside this shit doesn't phase me but inside I'm writing these pages
I guess it's been slipping through and I've been showing my weaker side
It seems that when I'm silent is the only time I haven't lied
People have asked if I'm alright, and when they do I almost choke
But I get back my calm, "Yeah, dawg, I'm fine (Now crack a joke)"
Yeah, you would sit there and tell dirty jokes when you should be real
Too much of a little pussy bitch to tell anyone how you really feel
Just because I feel like crying doesn't mean I can't stand tall
Shit, I should have a fucking Oscar for some of the cons that I've pulled off
Inside I want to scream and wail and cry but to prevent their awful staring
I have to stand there silently and keep my military bearing
I want to be able to stop lying to everyone that stands tall with me
Because I have no idea how many of us there could be
That feel the same way that I do, but are just better at hiding
I really need to do something, I can feel my grip is slowly sliding...
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