This private record,
It plays for me,
No-one else.
The words have special meanings,
Only I can hear.
Everyone else is just blinded by the noise.
Only I can understand,
The hidden meaning of the band.
The secret message is getting me going,
Winding me up.
How do they fucking know?
Why are they singing this about me?
I turn around to see if anyone has noticed.
They haven’t.
Its safe, for a while.
I have received the message and noted mentally,
Every single word that was meant for me.
Now I turn it off.
I don’t want anyone else to hear,
My secret song, my hidden fear.
© 2002 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid
