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
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