(2014)
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter