I don't want you to look at me
Though the eyes of a stranger
Because you might come to realize that I am stranger
Than a fish that never fries,
Than an eye that never cries,
Than people who swear up and down that they have never lied
Regardless, insecurities that others may perceive,
Are benign in the eyes of my friends
I don't need you to see me flailing at my nervous habits
Each one taunting me for being unable to stab it
Digging holes inside my head about what I should have said
Wishing I could find an answer or a little to shed
Regardless, insecurities that others may perceive
