Naive

He locks the door
Shuts the light
Looks like he's in for the night
He lies awake again drenched in sweat from his endless fright
He wonders why
He wonders why
Is that a monster in the closet
Shit should i get up and close it
Why did mommy die?
What if i'm despised?
Why can't i communicate?
Do i act like that guy i hate?
Am i a hypocrite?
Do i even give a shit?
Am i growing, am i shrinking?
Should i be eying your thinking?
Is that different than this?
Am i too young for my first kiss?
He wonders why
He wonders why
He wants to cry so he start to cry
He drops to his knees
Why should i cry
He wants to cry so he start to cry
He drops to his knees and looks to the sky and says
Why why should i even try?
He looks in the mirror every night gazing eyes doubt the fright
Wondering what to believe
Not realizing the security in being naive