We have all our little obsessions
Keeping our worlds in the utmost discretion
Hiding behind the shades, behind the walls
Even if weíre at the point of blade, or about to fall
We are scared to scream for help, afraid to tell anyone
We donít trust the world, so we resign to being shunned
I am one, I am apart of this secretive society
Filled with cares, fears and lies in me
I hide it all in and hide behind my propriety
The only thing youíll know, our only notoriety
Is that when we canít take it anymore,
Weíll have a crack within the door
We all have our little precautions
Telling the truth has not become an option
So we paint our faces like grinning clowns
Burying ourselves, hoping not to be found
We hold in our tears, and force our smiles
Anything for you to steer clear, miles and miles
I am one of them, do you see the association?
Do you see the signs, do you see the vexation?
Or do you just see my smile, just see my elation?
Cuzí itís all fake, Iím just filled with frustration!
Irritation, because you donít want to see
you donít want to help me be free!
We all have our little defenses
High security, with barbed-wired fences
We lurk within our strongholds our protection
Hoping not to fall, not be under closed inspection
We never tell anyone give us off as uncomplicated
So that youíll grow bored, and find us outdated
I am one of them, subjected to this incarceration
The peoples ridicule slowly grinding on my patience
The selfishness, not caring of my lifeís duration
Continuing to tear me down, with such deliberation
That it why I donít trust, I donít tell
That is why I canít move from my shell
For I am one of them, apart of this society
we hide ourselves, filled with anxiety