Crying on My Own - Lame Ducks

Dance with the poltergeists in my mind

Sometimes I talk to my self

It’s like a different soul is trying to steal my personality

Sometimes it just takes over when I least expect it, and puts me out

Like I’m fucking insane.

I wait for a better day.

When I’ll be back again

I’ll show you my true self

And try to forget the times when I cried on my own

Feels like I’m locked up, but anyway I try

In a second it can change the way I act

With the snap of a tongue I could break.

Don’t fuck with me

At any given time I can cross the line

It’s like my senses have been rendered blind

Can you understand how it feels for me?