Gob

It seems so hard to find a decent place outside
With no need to hide you can speak your mind you can be honest
And you don't have to pretend you could brave the day
And wear a naked face but why do you loathe all your friends
Making cracks at their expense if you choose a reason
Why it would probably make you cry while you fight
With the still small voice inside. you can read me like a book,
I guess there's nothing to hide. There is nothing to hide