| You sit across from me, Asking me some many questions, Questions I will never anwser for you, Try to make me look back into my life,Telling me to pull out the things that haunt me, You'll never know, I sit and lie to you, Tell you that I am strong, I am only weak, I tell you happy things, Make them up, You beleive me, What a fool, I look at your hands as you write down everything I say, You ask me if it hurts me you, But does it look like I care, Your just a child, And I'm your piggybank, You ask me way I cut and simple it's because I can, I don't do it to prove anything for you, You ask me how school is going, I grin and say just great "I have meet some many new people it's crazy,everyone loves me too, I met the hottest guy", Of course I lie to, Becuase school blows just as before, Tormented by stares because of the way I dress and the way I don't to my hair, I'm not what you think I am, But I like making myself up,I love telling you things that are not there,Making you beleive all my silly lies, It's kind of sad that you can't see right through me it's written right on my head, So many years of learning, I can read you better then you can read yourself, I can see the sadness, The sadest eyes I ever met, Sit across from me and tell me what's bothering, You hate it when I say that, But how is it alright for you to think you know how I think to think you know how I feel, When you can't even look me sraight in the eye. |
