I've arrived at a degree
Of responsibility
Where sometimes coaxed by parents
Younger ones look up to me
To look in their eyes is to scope
A universe that's filled with hope
I want to show them light
But I'm afraid that they just might
Reach in...
Find me
Oh, God, I'll be exposed
They will see
They will know
I'm such a poor lost soul...
Inventing pain that makes me cry
So my pen will never dry
Is this activity that makes a model more worthy?
Don't look for too long at my face
You'll see that I'm in the wrong place
Where I belong remains a dream I'll always chase
Don't reach in, find me
Oh God, I'll be exposed
Who would have known
I'd become such a poor lost so