Sacred Attention

With my head so low, the way I think could scrape the ground I will give them all control, I will crumble all around There's no need to say a word as logic burns right trough my head I could almost laugh out loud, the way this silence leaves me dead Feel afraid to speak, and I feel afraid to smile As I crave sacred attention, you could hit me all the while And you might be the weaker one, and I may stand and stare But I'll always know my place to keep this order safe, not sane