Lost in translation.
Where solid ground once stood is now a gaping hole which I don't recognize as my life anymore.
We once stood on this ground, but you fell hard, you pulled me down with you. I'm hanging on.
The saddest part about this is I think I was a better person to start with; my heart felt more.
Now the emotions are more evident on my face. Before you, the only emotion I'd felt was hurt.
Sometimes I wonder if maybe that heartbreak hurt less than the days I go through now.
I have so many material objects that mean nothing to me. I miss living in my distrought head.
I used to be that teacher's pet with the one hundred average, I swear it's not a myth, only mystery.
I wonder how I only lived for school. I had no friends, all I had was a family that never noticed.
It might seem like I'm droning on and on, but I don't care. No one ever promised life was fair.
I doubt I'll ever make it in the business, no matter how much I beg and plead and pine. I'll hope.
It won't work, nothing ever really has. I'm going nowhere. Sometimes I just want to dream, for real.
You know I don't dream anymore? No...not since I was little. I used to wish I would sing my heart out.
Bet you didn't know that I hate my voice, did you? I don't think I ever told you. You never would've cared.
"I guess what I'm trying to say--" I don't know what I'm trying to say. I have no more words left to say.
Could it all just be pointless? I never was much of an optimist, so there's one less let-down.
Maybe what I'm trying to say is I wish I still believed in myself. So much gets lost in translation
at such a young age, when all I want is to dream. All I want is one dream. You don't care.
We once stood on this ground, but you fell hard, you pulled me down with you. I'm hanging on.
The saddest part about this is I think I was a better person to start with; my heart felt more.
Now the emotions are more evident on my face. Before you, the only emotion I'd felt was hurt.
Sometimes I wonder if maybe that heartbreak hurt less than the days I go through now.
I have so many material objects that mean nothing to me. I miss living in my distrought head.
I used to be that teacher's pet with the one hundred average, I swear it's not a myth, only mystery.
I wonder how I only lived for school. I had no friends, all I had was a family that never noticed.
It might seem like I'm droning on and on, but I don't care. No one ever promised life was fair.
I doubt I'll ever make it in the business, no matter how much I beg and plead and pine. I'll hope.
It won't work, nothing ever really has. I'm going nowhere. Sometimes I just want to dream, for real.
You know I don't dream anymore? No...not since I was little. I used to wish I would sing my heart out.
Bet you didn't know that I hate my voice, did you? I don't think I ever told you. You never would've cared.
"I guess what I'm trying to say--" I don't know what I'm trying to say. I have no more words left to say.
Could it all just be pointless? I never was much of an optimist, so there's one less let-down.
Maybe what I'm trying to say is I wish I still believed in myself. So much gets lost in translation
at such a young age, when all I want is to dream. All I want is one dream. You don't care.