My mind is pregnant with the burdens of my own device and all the inner parts of me are at battle. My wits are forever disagreeing with my heart and my morals perpetually challenge the desires of my soul. There is unrest and hatred between them all. I suspect it is because I keep trying to quiet the true longings within by occupying myself with the trappings without. How wonderful it must be for those whose insides live in peace.
I only change for those who let me But they're too quick to forget me Already out the door As I want to give them more I'm only as happy as I choose But everyone tries to make me They're always trying to please me Instead of telling me what's wrong Am I too sentimental? I don't ask too much. Do I sound too certain? They worry I will get resentful. All the things they ask of me When in the end, I let it be I've never been one for convincing But they all say I'm a charmer It's only because I run warmer Than what they knew before I don't fake my emotions I'm no manipulator And if you got to know me, You'd see I'm not a taker I don't fight, I won't fight I just laugh and I cry And I try real hard To make it look I'm alive. Maybe I hide too much They can never tell my bluff I'm not misunderstood The moment they get me They're not sure if they should. Hope by hope I drip away Fading colour on my lips One by one I lose ...
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