Standing in a crowd,
I can't help but shout allowed,
Why can't you see me?
Why can't you hear me?
They say it's all my fault,
They begin their verbal assault,
Why am I not pretty?
Why am I not witty?
But did you know I have a heart?
That can easily be torn apart?
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When I'm at my proudest. A whisper's smile: it's light. You always point out something. There's a fault; it's not quite right. I suppose I'll never be brilliant. Destined for picking apart.
I need to find a place. Where my head can rest. I need to find a place. Where I can be my best. My brain is not my own no more. Clouded with too much stress. I just really want to know the score.
Battered and broken. Someone outspoken. Light turned dark. Forever the mark. So much pain I'm gone. Tears now all done. Living in the pain. The tears the rain. Everything flew away.
I'm sick of this mask I can't breathe under here My hearts beating too fast Claustrophobia brings tears I'm sick of this mask You cannot see me smile But underneath it lasts May just take it off a...
Hope shattered against realisation. His happiness, his sacrifice. His playfulness imprisoned. Withdrawn from all, but one.... And two.... And two.... Withdrawn from all. Withdrawn from view.
I stay where I am because I am where I stay. Yet you push me away. All you do is betray. You won't let me back. All I fear is attack. And my worries, they stack. Weighing heavy on my back.
I want to cry, I need to cry But tears, they just won't fall. My body is racked with despair My tear ducts blind to it all.
Why do I always have to say sorry Am I just nice Is it poisen in your mouth.
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