Focused Hurts To Ask
This quiet panic that I feel, it’s a pain inside that won’t go away,
But sometimes, sometimes it can hit so hard,
So hard and it’s like I’m the only one.
When it comes down I pretend that I’m so strong, so strong, what could I do?
And just when I think that the words I hear could mean so much, now here it comes again.
I never could quite understand it, I never could quite figure it out.
How could I sense this desperate tone?
How could it be so intense when there’s nothing at all?
It’s in my thoughts, it’s in my mind, it’s in my soul and it hurts to ask...
