• An old lady screams in my ear.
    Mother, grandma?
    I'm sure i can hear

    A complaint about me.
    My frowns,
    My style,
    My mind,
    My sense of seeing.

    She's still screaming.
    The reason I'm still crying.
    Crawling under imaginary rocks,
    hiding from the world.
    Hiding from her.
    Hiding from them.
    Hiding from me.

    A complaint about you.
    My mind yelling to stop them.
    Your uselessness,
    Mine included.
    i think later I'll do... something.

    She's still screaming.
    The reason I'm still crying.
    Crawling under imaginary rocks,
    hiding from the world.
    Hiding from her.
    Hiding from them.
    Hiding from me.

    So why does life be this way?
    There's no say in it.
    And there's not a say or way to stop it.

    She's still screaming.
    The reason I'm still crying.
    Crawling under imaginary rocks,
    hiding from the world.
    Hiding from her.
    Hiding from them.
    Hiding from me.

    She'll stop screaming
    I'll stop crying
    Crawl out.
    See the sun.
    Come to them
    Come to me.