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buried up to my head in sand

wondering if anyone will understand

insecure about who I really am

love me if you think that you can



tears stain my face as they pour down

I have ended up here in lost and found

and I don't even need to make a sound

all I have to do is hide away underground



if I cry enough will it drown the world

if I yell enough will it change what I've heard

if I talk enough will it take away every word

if I fly high enough will I become a bird



my heart gambles a game that can't be won

I take my chances thinking it can be done

but now I realize that I am not so young

and as for my fantasies I now have none



I am done playing this game

to win the fortune and the fame

nothing is hardly ever the same

and I always wind up with this pain



I wish I could fly away like an eagle

but I know that gambling is illegal