Sometimes you don't understand,
about the things I want, and the things I need.
It must be pretty hard to figure out who I even am.
Or do you even care?
Am I just another face that doesn't glare?
Is that all I am?
Because inside of me, things go on you wouldn't understand.
It's like there's many people inside of me,
give me a chance to be free.
There's so many things I want to say,
give me a chance to be me.
Tell me, was there ever a time,
when I knew you, and you knew me?
Or is it just a dream I like to dream,
when I'm all alone..
Is that all I am?
A dreamer who dreams away?
Is that all I've got to say?
Do you feel the things that I do--are you just like me?
When it comes to being who you are,
is it hard for you to see?
Through these eyes, I've loved you all.
Every little second, though it's hard to love right now.
I think you don't want me to stay.
Tell me, and I'll fade away.
To me, I'm much more than that.
Much more than I allow you to see.
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