Helpless
With pressure like this, it's hard to even make a fist.
It's hard to fight another day.
When you know your words wont be really heard,
Talking seems like a waste.
You search for ways to escape.
With a pencil and paper, I drown in the built up release.
Temptation lingers and I still can't seem to release.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I thought I was happy.
I was happy,
But sometimes it's not good enough.
Sometimes it just doesn't make other people happy.
Sometimes those people can't see they are the ones who make you unhappy.
I'm not sure of all the things I do that are so wrong.
But I try to realize them.
We apologize and forgive.
What's so wrong with this?
Why do they not forgive?
And when I say, he has helped me find belief again,
Why do they get upset when they want me to have belief?
It seems to be like this with everything when it comes to him.
I don't want to choose between my parents and him.
I shouldn't have to,
Yet it feels like they want me to.
I'm worn of being controlled and having my emotions played like this.
With each passing day, the more it hurts when I think of the past.
I was a child with unreachable dreams I could touch.
The best parts were knowing who I was,
And knowing the ones I loved.
This yearning burns a place in my heart, and time never seems to stop it.
And my mother wonders where her daughter's gone,
But I wonder where she has gone.
She changed in front of my eyes.
But I guess at least she's happy...
That's why talking is a waste,
My words won't be really heard when love of another one sways.
No matter how much I try and change,
Will it really make any difference?
I doubt it will stop this growing emptiness.
All these things talked about leaves me in a mess.
I don't know what's true or false.
I'm sure no one has thought of my feelings in this.
This increasing weight of accusations is increasing upon my chest.
But no one cares, and I'm suppose to be the one to change all this.
I just want to escape and live my best.
I feel trapped by everyone!
Temptation lingers and I still can't seem to release.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I just want someone for once to hear my plea.
They say I don't have a life,
But how is this any different?
Stepping off course brings disrespect.
But in the end,
I'll live for me.
Even though they may not agree,
It's not all my fault if we split free.
It's hard to fight another day.
When you know your words wont be really heard,
Talking seems like a waste.
You search for ways to escape.
With a pencil and paper, I drown in the built up release.
Temptation lingers and I still can't seem to release.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I thought I was happy.
I was happy,
But sometimes it's not good enough.
Sometimes it just doesn't make other people happy.
Sometimes those people can't see they are the ones who make you unhappy.
I'm not sure of all the things I do that are so wrong.
But I try to realize them.
We apologize and forgive.
What's so wrong with this?
Why do they not forgive?
And when I say, he has helped me find belief again,
Why do they get upset when they want me to have belief?
It seems to be like this with everything when it comes to him.
I don't want to choose between my parents and him.
I shouldn't have to,
Yet it feels like they want me to.
I'm worn of being controlled and having my emotions played like this.
With each passing day, the more it hurts when I think of the past.
I was a child with unreachable dreams I could touch.
The best parts were knowing who I was,
And knowing the ones I loved.
This yearning burns a place in my heart, and time never seems to stop it.
And my mother wonders where her daughter's gone,
But I wonder where she has gone.
She changed in front of my eyes.
But I guess at least she's happy...
That's why talking is a waste,
My words won't be really heard when love of another one sways.
No matter how much I try and change,
Will it really make any difference?
I doubt it will stop this growing emptiness.
All these things talked about leaves me in a mess.
I don't know what's true or false.
I'm sure no one has thought of my feelings in this.
This increasing weight of accusations is increasing upon my chest.
But no one cares, and I'm suppose to be the one to change all this.
I just want to escape and live my best.
I feel trapped by everyone!
Temptation lingers and I still can't seem to release.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I just want someone for once to hear my plea.
They say I don't have a life,
But how is this any different?
Stepping off course brings disrespect.
But in the end,
I'll live for me.
Even though they may not agree,
It's not all my fault if we split free.