Uncrossed T's, Undotted I's.

I've come to tell you something It's something you may not know It's something I've kept hidden I've never let it show. It's burning deep inside me It's waiting to get out It is an all-powerful fever An all-encompassing doubt. I've always felt some torture Some sadness and some fear I've learned to shut the whole world out Before they've come too near. I search for the imperfections Uncrossed T's; Undotted I's I find them then tear down down down Until they're out of sight. And then I plead the lonely fifth The innocent forgotten ghost the one unloved and sad and cold who should be loved the most.

It somehow all comes back to you and all your dirty lies And all the love you won't accept No matter how hard I try.