I'm finding it hard to comprehend

The story that you're writing in your mind is trailing off into pretend

I listen, so as not to offend

You answer to the whispers of your wantings

painting versions you befriend

And they are yours to keep

Your twisted tales to read

I will not have it

I don't understand it

And somewhere deep inside I reckon

someone's trying to hide from all their sadness

But I will not have it

I will not have it

I will not have it

I will not have it

I will not have it

And somewhere deep inside I reckon someone's trying to hide from all their sadness