The Other Me
I feel like I'm alone,
the cat's got my tongue
and I'm afraid,
'cause I have no where to run.
So I strare at the walls,
and hope for the best.
Maybe the sadness will end,
and I'll just rest.
But the clocks keep ticking,
my thoughts are scattered.
I wonder now
if what I feel matters.
'Cause my smiles don't explain,
what I feel inside.
and my laughter only masks,
what I'm afraid to confide.
If I could possibly make it clear,
would it be my downfall, my victory?
If you could truly read my eyes,
how would you react to the other me?
the cat's got my tongue
and I'm afraid,
'cause I have no where to run.
So I strare at the walls,
and hope for the best.
Maybe the sadness will end,
and I'll just rest.
But the clocks keep ticking,
my thoughts are scattered.
I wonder now
if what I feel matters.
'Cause my smiles don't explain,
what I feel inside.
and my laughter only masks,
what I'm afraid to confide.
If I could possibly make it clear,
would it be my downfall, my victory?
If you could truly read my eyes,
how would you react to the other me?