| I dont want you to look at me Though the eyes of a stranger
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| Because you might come to realize that I am stranger
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| Than a fish that never fries,
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| Than an eye that never cries,
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| Than people who swear up and down that they have never lied
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| Regardless, insecurities that others may perceive,
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| Are benign in the eyes of my friends
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| I dont need you to see me flailing at my nervous habits
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| Each one taunting me for being unable to stab it Digging holes inside my head about what I should have said
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| Wishing I could find an answer or a little to shed
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| Regardless, insecurities that others may perceive
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| Are benign in the eyes of my friends
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| I dont want you to always know exactly how I feel
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| I need your help to weather what the epicenter deals
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| When doubt is held at bay, but the surface rubs away
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| The sun is shining everywhere, but I cant find a ray
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| Regardless, insecurities that others may perceive
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| Are benign in the eyes of my friends |