“…And it seems I’m alone here, hollow again,
As I’m flailing again against the wind,
And the scars I am left with swallow again,
As I’m failing again now, never to change this,
And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do,
As I’m falling apart again at the seam,
And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do,
As I’m falling apart again at the seam…”