Fyrewulfe

Friends all stand in front of me... Laughing, joking carelessly... I hide my arms so they can't see... What it is I've done to me... And though I try to hang around... They often leave me feeling lost... What will it take just to be found? How much more will my joy cost..? ('Cause I don't live, I just survive) (Among the crowd, I'm ostracized) (I can not be indemnified) (I fell too hard, I broke this time) My parents always yell at me... Like I won't get it unless they scream... But I never do know what they mean... Why do they have to smother me?! I've got my back pressed to the fences... I'm sorry that I'm such a hinderance