Charade

I'm feeling something in my bones
What's buried here is dead and gone
Was taking over my whole soul
Unspoken desires

Not thinking things ahead, the hatred that I spread
The poison in my veins was my own ball and chain
I went under, pulled me under, way under

From here on I'll wear my heart on my sleeve even alone
Because the man that stands before me is not an enemy

I walk on down the street, there's nothing there for me
So I head on home
No more of this charade that's kept me so irate
I fight it

I walk on down the street, then I head on home
There's nothing there for me, I despise it
No more of this charade that's kept me so irate