Thoughts No. 2 Testo

Sometimes I feelI live like a prisonerBut I don't knowIf this really is pressureSurprise you winI'm lost as screamers roll inSometimes I feelLike leaving this room I'm inFaded film people dropping wordsAbout the real things to say? (Not "Someone pulls me deeper", as in CD booklet)And tells me who I will be if I stayA clever machine writes pretty wordsFor pretty boysTo sing to us allWe're all so gratefulMy face you cryAnd I show my darker sideThe night is yoursAnd I just switch off and hideCafe and sinThe wine's not to my likingMy face you cryOh my didn't I say come in?Frown (?) in my eyes showing nothingBut surprise about youAnd what are you thinkingAbout my life and her drinking to you tooA dying non-human writes unkind wordsFor unkind friendsAnd as for the tears, they'll never showAsylum people calling on my doorFrom day to dayThe image must fallI've had my time