Fears rushing from beneath, tears gushing from my eyes to the tip of my reach

lies tether to hearts, as crys shoot forth like darts

i thought i could be more to what i might seem, but love isn't something to redeem

so i accept when my mother shoves me down, but my otherhalf gave me a bottle and told me to drown

 write it down, hoping it'll get heard while i learn to clean my soul

but it's not enough, i need to be seen, without being renonwed i'll deal with a hole

so i take a pic, and look like a clown, i even put a quote about deserving a crown, ignoring how i feel

They see me as a lion, but they forget how hard i've been tryin'

And I Am a lion, but i've grown accustomed to sighing

So i put on the cover, let the pain roll off

one day I'll learn to turn the scroll off and roar, teach the birds how to really soar

even when i don't have much luck letting the pain be vain, i'll still be

The lion behind the duck.