Erin.

I go to walk in the woods

Just to imagine and await my attack
It's dark it's open but no one walks now, im too late.
They pay me in time but I'm always late
That's the way I am

Thats the way i am.

For I am troubled but no one sees it.
They think I'm fine, they think I'm fine
They don't want to see it
They don't want to see me.
I am the word no one ever wants to say.

It's the place my screams aren't interviewed for a position
I've swore them to secrecy
Don't ask my screams
They won't talk
They won't tell you truths

We'd walk and I'd stear your feet
But you can't trust feet
Your eyes know the ground
Not your soles
This is dirt not sand, but I'm told it's mine