wounded mind

i feel their eyes upon me, as i walk across the room, i can hear em' all whispering my name, so i tuck in my shoulders and hide the best i can, it all happened so fast i can't explain, but if i had to, i'd tell em' all i really ain't that special, and i'd cry and yell leave me the hell alone, and i hate it that i have to try to be cool all the time, i'm just a guy, with a wounded mind, i put on my costume and i put on a show, the only way a jester stays alive, all they see is glitter and all they hear are rhymes, if i could find a new way to survive, i'd be glad to, tell em' all i really ain't that special, and i'd cry and yell leave me the hell alone, and i hate it that i have to try to be cool all the time, i'm just a guy, with a wounded mind, and i hate it that i have to try to be cool all the time, i'm just a guy, with a wounded mind, and i'd tell em' all i really ain't that special, and i'd cry and yell leave me the hell alone, and i hate it that i have to try to be cool all the time, i'm just a guy, with a wounded mind