She said, "You want out". I said, "I know now, I know it, but it doesn't make any sense. I spread me all out, expose for a freak. I have to be the petting-zoo for the weak." I guess it's time that I took control of things again. Try to pack the privacy back inside. I guess I'm facing up to the working kind, I hear there's no applause for the pitiful out there, but that's not me; I think I've gotta have a myth to apply to the lie. So I feel free to forge a fraud that'll play to the youth of the world. And this charade is compliments of the mouse and the trap he made. He let me go: that's the catch, cause I couldn't go away. She said, "That's a smile". I said, "Keep it down, I know it, but it doesn't sell anything. Look angry as hell, they clap when I fail. It's annoying but a glutton tries anything". I don't know if the real me wants to leave that trap at all; bring it on mouse, let's take this outside....