Questionaire For an Idiot

I'm not writing this song for you But for myself To prove, that I don't need your help Or anybody else My clothes are scared 'Cause it's raining outside I know when the rain ends The pain ends With my happiness too My head is blue Your face, is a different shade To everybody else I don't need help If I run, will my laces come undone? And tie together, so I trip over As a rule of thumb Never feel, only do, that goes for you My sweetest lie I ever told It was quite bold of you to assume I love myself, more than words can describe So I'll hide, amongst the shells of men Who lost the game And their names come unwritten And empty clothes Come washing back to the shore Furthermore My hand will play The cards of deceit You and me Will run away, just to lay Motionless apart But close together I'm afraid, of the heavy one Who told me, son Don't ever become Like the man you see Before you And I wept At this new concept that stumped me I was closed My body broke