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Everyone But Me

by Page McConnell
Accusations, alibi
The more that I know, the more I deny
Never less than a step ahead, so I put on my disguise
And I’m wondering if the truth knows where it lies

Split decisions, stealing signs
Forget them again, shadows on my mind
Try to piece it together, which leads to my demise
And I ask myself, “Should I really be surprised?”

I get up, only to find that the feeling’s
Corrupt. Disrupted by demons downstream
I wake up, only to find that my sleep’s
Interrupted by dreams deconstructing my scenes

Owning up, but only in ways that betray just how
Close to the vest I can possibly get
Give it up. All of my deep-seated screams and the
Years full of fears that I’m not all I should be. Enough

Tell me one thing, change your mind
Just catching glimpses ahead of my time
High expectations, what the hell can I say?
I didn’t have a lot to do with the way I was made

I get up, only to find that the feeling’s
Corrupt. Disrupted by demons downstream
I wake up, only to find that my sleep’s
Interrupted by dreams deconstructing my scenes

Owning up, but only in ways that betray just how
Close to the vest I can possibly get
Give it up. All of my deep-seated screams and the
Years full of fears that I’m not all I should be. Enough

You listen to everyone but me
You listen to everyone but me
You listen to everyone but me
You listen to everyone but me