sitting in my room just wasting time i've spent my whole life asking questions and when the answers come they hurt or wound i don't know what it takes to bind it i don't know what it takes to find it is there such a thing as piece of mind? on the telephone i hear your voice and i wonder what's behind it and in your eyes the blankest beauty i wonder what there is inside it i don't know what it takes to find you i'll give pieces of my mind i'm always mixed up every time pathetic ramblings, this i know welcome to this bitter show this poetry is not romantic and anger is not a tonic painting on a smile so you'll never know just how deeply your words hurt me and boys don't cry this i know i've been socialized to hide it