
i'm spent
i'm wasting my breath
talking about how i'm doing just fine
oh yes, i'm doing alright
and i'm losing sleep
because i think too much about all of the little things
but don't we all?
i swore i wasn't gonna let it get to me
but who wants to know me
i would hope someone would take the time
because some people are so overrated
while others get left behind
and who's gonna notice me
if i slipped out from the crowd
if i hid my face
who knows this face, anyhow
i'm getting by and i'm doing it by myself
because i'm afraid to ask for anyone elses help
and i'm convinced i'll never feel just right at home
maybe its that i expect too much
if i lost it all maybe i'd find myself
maybe then i'd find
some reassurance
but who wants to know me
i would hope someone would take the time
because some people are so overrated
while others get left behind
and whos gonna notice me
if i slipped out from the crowd
if i hid my face
who knows this face, anyhow
its times i think i'm nothing when i seem to have everything
and after all i do i'm still trying to see through the rain
so i'll run as fast as i can back to the memories with the sweetest sound
will they want me back
who knows if they'll want me back
anyhow

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