If I'm giving out hints
Be sure to be on your feet
The ground you stand, your placement is key
Keep an open book closed and your thoughts to yourself
If I had any left, I'd spread the wealth
As cryptic as it gets
No, I have no cure for loneliness
And you stay quiet to save grace at best
I know deep down you hurt like the rest
Stay underground but come up every so often
Be sure to be on your feet
The ground you stand, your placement is key
Keep an open book closed and your thoughts to yourself
If I had any left, I'd spread the wealth
As cryptic as it gets
No, I have no cure for loneliness
And you stay quiet to save grace at best
I know deep down you hurt like the rest
Stay underground but come up every so often