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.
I can't hear you because I don't have my own set of ears.
I can't talk to you because my mouth is not my own.
My body is controled by the forces of what people want me to be.
My body is hooked up to wires with remotes pluged into my mental computer.
People see me as they want to see me.
I am:
Funny
Caring
Apethetic
Argumentitive
rebel
Different
What does it mean to be different than the rest of the world I ask you?
What does it feel like to look someone in the eye and say
"you can't chose who I am, because I am myself"
What does it feel like to know that you are your true self and no one else.
No matter what someone says to you, or tries to do to control your being?
What is it like to be Different?
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.
I can't hear you because I don't have my own set of ears.
I can't talk to you because my mouth is not my own.
My body is controled by the forces of what people want me to be.
My body is hooked up to wires with remotes pluged into my mental computer.
People see me as they want to see me.
I am:
Funny
Caring
Apethetic
Argumentitive
rebel
Different
What does it mean to be different than the rest of the world I ask you?
What does it feel like to look someone in the eye and say
"you can't chose who I am, because I am myself"
What does it feel like to know that you are your true self and no one else.
No matter what someone says to you, or tries to do to control your being?
What is it like to be Different?
