I try to be hard
Stand there independent and strong
But when I try to figure myself out
I always end up wrong
Like torn out pages
And words diffuse and pale
I cannot read myself
Maybe stuck on a wrong trail
And my hunger for living
To crash through this fragile wall
That keeps me in this daily ration
Of hurt and pain and all
Still it's a comfort
When it hides me from the herd
The pressure and the raw surface
That used to get me burned
My head is screaming loud at me
Like my skull's ready to explode
And what on earth made me like this
Put me in this unstable mode
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