Find It

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