I don't think they know,
And I don't want it to show.
It's been growing nice and slow
And at any minute it might blow.
It's like a painful excasty,
And it's welling up inside of me.
I know it's not the person next to me,
Alas little did I know it was the person inside of me.
The pain
Has driven me insane
It has led me to misfortune
Instead of Fame
Like a junkie strung out on
Cocaine
