Trailed by a mess    Of masking tape construction paper   And the best of intentions   He tried to patch up every hole as he went   Back and forth and back again   And his friends half full of half concerns   Embarrassed looks and tired words   They burrowed deeper into the ignorant   Little lives they preferred   And he envied their distance   Their lack of concern   He thought,    Once I shed the whole of me   Once I shed the whole of me   Then I'll be smiling      He cursed himself    And his instinct to nurse    Every idea to health   And all of the falls that he'd spent   Trying to coax his name from the mouths   Of success   He thought   Once I shed the whole of me   Once I shed the whole of me   Then I'll be smiling.      They litter me with small awareness'   Then they ask if I'm good enough   They litter me with small awareness'   Just to wake me up   Why do the fools wake me up?