Answers, truth; reality. All those things we think we need
Sometimes though, we run away. Hiding, dodging, we mislead
Burdened by our hearts desires, seeking solace in simple lies
Only trying to keep it real, to do so, hide behind a guise
The irony of who we are and self aspiring hope
The more we find the truth, the more we lie to cope

Conflicted needs and unknown wishes; unsure what we want
To be individualistic, our differences we flaunt
And yet our only real desire, acceptance by a few
Pulls us to conceal ourselves, hiding from their view
And once more paradox plays its part, for how much can we hide
When all we need from life is a friend in whom we can confide

And just when we think we have it, things seem much more real
We realize that we’re playing games and don’t know what we feel
The rules of this great game say that to be known is forbidden
And so to remain standing, we stay obviously hidden
We’re running, always running, so our needs we can fulfill
Constantly we run away so that soon we might stand still