Hey, I think it's gone.

I'll step out now...

Nope, I was wrong.

It's still here...

Whatever it is, I fear.

 

Not sure what it is.

Or if it's helping me.

It could be trying.

But sucky feelings are no blessing.

 

I can't hide from you.

But I can hide feelings.

"Yeah, my day was great!"

No one senses the reeling.

 

I tell my friends I'm tired.

I am, I'm tired of crap.

But they don't sense a thing,

and I go on and take a nap.

 

So I'll hide from them,

'cause I can't hide from you.

When I wake up, maybe this mess'll be over.

And I won't feel so blue.