Who Knows Where

I cannot sleep with this lump in my chest.
All around me are noises I detest.
Thump, thump, I hold the bridge of my nose.
Shivering cold from my head to my toes.

I sought shelter in the company of strangers.
I thought they could shield me from the dangers.
But the true danger is the depths of my mind.
The depths that I cannot seem to put behind.

Something is wrong with my head.
Will I be okay or am I better off dead?
I want to find it in my capacity to be positive.
To pick up the pieces and make it my prerogative.

They shower me with praise and call me the best.
I have so much difficulty believing it I cannot rest.
I'm sorry for being such a pain in the ass.
But I promise you much that I'll recover fast.

Yeah I'll bounce back at a world whose back is turned.
And I'll rebuild all the bridges that I had since burned.
After that, I dare not cross them again.
For my own story has not even began.

So for today I'll brush their hands off my shoulder.
For my beauty is only in the eyes of no beholder.
Thus I will run until my soul leaves my body there.
And I'll wind up in a place nobody knows where.