Sheffield

You’re a good man but you struggle sometimes

To suppress, the fears about yourself that you hide

And it manifests in ways that draw a circle around your soul

And you couldn’t say and wouldn’t want to even if you knew how

So try to mask the shame

For what it’s worth, balanced out, there’s not much to be gained

Cause if you knew how, and spoke of perceived sin

There’s no guarantee that anyone’d be listening

You speak in ciphers born of catastrophic cyclones in your mind

It don’t work and it don’t convey anything besides