Questions drift into my head Pondering everything that's said Is this pity pushing shame? Or is the an attempt to recover all that's sane Blue green worlds grip a man this way My greatest fear is this all will stay Helping hands nudge me to the edge If you ask if I'm all right one more time I'll flex and react I'm trapped inside my own head I used to look into their eyes While walking by But now my paranoia grins Will they see the angst within? Chorusx2 WAIT NOW! Sunrise? I'll be all right!!!