She tells me that I’m not going through
With all the things that I’m supposed to do.
I say I’m trying but I can’t say why,
So I cover up with another lie.
She pulls me into the other room,
She asks me “What’s wrong with you”
It’s not like I could say it, if only she knew.
He tells me that he knows somethings wrong,
Because he can tell when I’m not strong.
I tell him sorry but I can’t say why,
So I say nothing, because I won’t lie.
He calls me when I’m alone in my room.
He asks me “What’s wrong with you?”
It’s not like I could say it, if only he knew.
I tell them I promise I’m not trying to run,
I just have trouble with motivation.
I swear to them I’m not trying to make them mad,
But sometimes there’s no reason for being sad.
I pull myself away to another room.
I ask myself “What’s wrong with you?”
It’s not like I could say it, if only I knew.
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