Things aren't the way they should be, people turn away from me
They don't like the way I am, they throw these silly words at me
At that time I will just watch it, just wait until they leave and it's done
Then I'll feel the tears, sliding down my face
It's then I'll feel repent for who I am, inside and face
I'll wish I wasn't me, I'll shut my eyes though the tears
I don't want to stop being me but I want desperately to be somebody else.
Somebody better. Would a better person feel these tears?
Is that person sitting alone in the dark wishing they were you?
The words, they come back, I can feel my heart harden.
My eyes dry with the soothing cold I can feel. It was ONLY silly words after all.
If I consider these small things won't they just be a burden?
Would a better person have such cold eyes?
Cold eyes… are they colder than mine?
The better person, better than me…
(written: Thursday, October 03, 2002)