It's not them, it's me, I've come to see that. I didn't know why everyone was so mean, but now I do. Looking right at the staring glass, I've come to a realization, it's you they expected, the silent one. Never talk, only do what's right. Never smile, just place a comforting hand. You soothe me without words, and I despise my voice, so for all it's worth, I'm making a vow. I shall say only the words you whisper me. I shall leave all I think inside for you. Forget the way those eyes made me feel, like I was the scum of the world, and make it a plan to meet you, wherever you wait.
And until them, I'm just a lie. A twisted lie.