I see you sit. And swallow pain. For all of those. Who will not speak. You raise your voice. You fill the stage. Your eyes are wide. You know the weakness. That you've felt. Is not just yours. So many more. You're not alone. The song you sing is not your own. You fill the room with something real. Youve never had it so you hesitate to try and find it. You listen carefully for whispers of what lurks behind it. You play the corners. Never get too close to where it might be. Waiting for you. Never had it. Keep on wanting something more. . Keep hiding the hope and than the pain is not yours. No ones holding a rope gotta pull up on your own.. All the songs have been sung. And all the doors have be closed. Keep on wanting more.. I watch you wander through these halls. You slouch you shrug you shrink away. I call you stop you blink you pause. You wander who. You think the day. Will never end. But when it does. You stay until the building's dark. You're on the bus. The doors are locked. You looked inside. But did not touch. Youve never had it. But you know how to provide it so you. Stand up and call for it. Nervous describing what you go through. You dont wanna get caught up in all the. Things they say to try to provoke you. Dont need anyone to tell you. Keep on wanting something more