My underlying concsience is killing me inside.

Everywhere I look it seems another dream starts to hide.

I can't stay on track, and nothing's coming my way,

I'm throwing down my guards if you'll give me a chance to
have my say.

My underlying concsience is keeping me behind.

It's making me look for the truth, when that's not what I
want to find.

My underlying concsience is breaking out of it's shell.

If I tell you the truth and you still hate me, at least
that's one less thing I didn't fail.

I'm trying to keep a straight face,

I'm not trying to cry and make you laugh in my face.

My underlying concsience knows what you'll do.

There's nothing I don't know about you, old or new.

My underlying concsience is starting to show itself,

Making me wish i could hide things deeper instead of
perching them on the shelf

My underlying concsience is slowly killing me,

I'm dying in front of your eyes, but you refuse to see.