Not Wanted
Even behind my closed door,
I can hear the anger in your voices.
Even through the loudness of my music,
I can still hear the silence of the one whom chooses not to speak.
Even when your not mad or yelling,
I can not stand hearing either of you talk.
Even if I do my best to do good in everything I do,
I can still get the feeling its not enough to please you.
Even if I never do anything wrong anymore,
I can not seem to ever fully gain your trust.
Even if I do what I can to help you out,
I can still safely assume that you'll sometime tell me I do nothing.
Even though I manage to stay as far away as possible,
I can only imagine how angry you'd be if either of you knew me.
I can hear the anger in your voices.
Even through the loudness of my music,
I can still hear the silence of the one whom chooses not to speak.
Even when your not mad or yelling,
I can not stand hearing either of you talk.
Even if I do my best to do good in everything I do,
I can still get the feeling its not enough to please you.
Even if I never do anything wrong anymore,
I can not seem to ever fully gain your trust.
Even if I do what I can to help you out,
I can still safely assume that you'll sometime tell me I do nothing.
Even though I manage to stay as far away as possible,
I can only imagine how angry you'd be if either of you knew me.