I don't know if I can cry
If I do, can't make a sound
I don't like to feel inside
Wants to kill, to hurt, to die.
I don't know how I grew up
So unlike and so apart
I don't know how I can live
In a place that's not my own
I don't know why I'd care for
One I don't love anymore
I don't know what to do next
I don't know what move is best
I don't know if I can stay
But I have nowhere to go
I sure know that I can't stay
But there's nowhere else to go.
I don't know how else to please
When I do, rude's all I see
I don't know what else to say
If I'm all misunderstood
I don't know what could I ask
For all answers are to hurt
I don't know what to respond
When I don't know what you mean.
I don't even want to try
I just want to live my life
Make the choices that I make
Without judgment to stain
I want to cry my guts out
And be able to speak out
I want to cry and scream and shout
And have no one to explain
I just want to be let go
Is that so too much to ask?
Summer. 2010.
quarta-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2010
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