Sometimes, I wish things would be okay.
My life wouldn't suck
and times wouldn't be so tough.
Sometimes I wish that people didn't see me
That I would just be a spot on the wall.
A small black dot that no one would care about.
Then I think about the people that I know that live that life.
the people that have suffered more than I have.
It's not fair for me to be this emo I know,
But at times I'm just so upset.
I have all these "problems" my parents try to fix.
They say that I have a rebelious streak.
Why do you think I have it?
I'm on the inside screaming "let me be me!"
There's only one problem
What does it mean to be me?
What doe s it mean to be your own self?
I have pretended to be someone with everyone for so long.
I don't know my true self anymore.
I feel like I"m lost in a sea of faces
Pretending to be something I'm not.
Lost in a crowd that thinks I'm the best in the world.
I'm not homes.
I'm the worst two-faced of them all.
I can't look you in the face
Because I don't have one.