I
Dwell in locked rooms.
I
Look for the elegance.
I
Hide a secret of paralysis despair.
I
Wash away the vigorous me.
I
Flush it down the drain.
I
Live in ground hog days.
And
No one even notices me.
And
They don't realize my disease.
And
My hair is falling out.
And
My jeans are hanging from my hips.
And
My complexion is turning pale.
And
I turn myself inside out.
And
I
Give up the ghost.
And
Now they all notice!