• it's out of my hands
    what I think in my mind
    the war I can't stop
    isn't hard to find

    it's everywhere we go
    hauting every one of us
    in every thought
    nothing is just

    I try to hide it
    but it's out to seek
    in side my brain
    not making a peep

    showering me with things I shouldn't know
    things I shouldn't see
    people think I am crazy
    I am not or am I

    it is like a curse
    knowing without hearing
    making people fear me
    I am not worth fearing

    I walk I talk
    I eat and drink
    like a normal person
    but thats not what people think

    to them I am a freak
    the psychic that I am
    with this gift or curse
    in this tight jam