There's a trait

Down in the dark I become one of these things,

They hug me and drug me until I can’t breathe,

Takes me into the cellar right next to my mic,

I smile and laugh and pretend to be sad so that maybe one day they don’t know me that bad,

Two fifteen was the time of the train,

I hid in the back and tried to relate to the kids and the families but I couldn’t wait,

Yeah I hopped off the deck and stood in the aisle,

Covered my eyes and put me in silence,

I pulled the trigger and let everyone leave,

I sighed a sigh of relief,

Finally I’m in silence alone with my thoughts,

Oh wait,

Hahaha nevermind I’m in the place where I started,

Ah!

Flash forward a bit and you’ll see me working the streets with my hands full of blood with nowhere to bleed,

I met a man once who said don’t be afraid to look in the dark because if not do you even know who are,

I mean what can you do besides just pretend,

So I sit at the table and laugh with my family cause sometimes I don’t know how to be my own friend,

Taking turns with the camera,

Four flashes but not enough action,

Ah!

Yeah I can see it there’s a trait,

No don’t pretend don’t try to be fake cause I know you’re not,

So what you gonna do,

You gonna hit me or not,

I raise my hand up and surrender it first before he can take it away cause I battled it out with the monster all to myself,

I don’t want anyone to know that I hold it but I can’t refuse so I look in the mirror and start to be rude,

I can see it there’s a trait,

Ah!

This life doesn’t hold me,

There is not enough oxygen to keep me upright,

That’s why I left,

But I miss it so much I come back and pretend that I’m okay so that maybe one day I can battle it out and eventually find the way out