Am I peeking if I look?
Do my kisses feel invasive?
Am i crying when I smile?
Who am I to say?
can I see this from the inside?
Am I dying just to say?
With all these words hung 'round my neck
my head is feeling heavy
Let me sleep.
Did i sneak something inside?
A bitter pill a tasteless poison?
Do I have something to hide?
Who am I to say?
I'm lonely as a leper
I'm contagious as hell
With my clothing and my make-up,
I bet you couldn't tell
Some nights I don't sleep
and when I do I sleep fitfull.
These dreams are not mine,
and I wake up in a very bad mood.