i'm feelin' like an oxymoron i cannot put my words to page a nudist with all of his clothes on a mental studder on display how come i can't get it out? the words that i want you to know what am i tryin' to say? can't find the arrows for my bow you've been invited inside of my head i'm feelin' like an oxymoron a prison missing all its gates a clueless gumshoe for an ex con a deaf, mute singer on a stage what will i say to them now? can we not talk about the show? would they see me again if i walked out and headed home? i'd really like to stay if i could tell my brain that everything's ok here understand, most days i can cope but right now? i just gotta go... i hope you liked it inside of my headmore

A little too much bipolar disorder. But, anyways...more