I’ll build a cave below the ground.
Someday no one will be around
No sound
No sense
No reason in making friends
or asking you to attend.
But books could line my bed.
I’ll pretend
I’m Scipio turning red.
I know you better by a guess
it’s best
to confess
what you dreamt.

They all say they love me
and love seems so generic.
I’m starting to shrink
Will I make it?
I’m blue
I’m blue
I feel naked
I was mistaken

Why are they smiling?
Do they know my secret?
Have they seen my research?
Do they know I fake it?