I wish I could tell -
The way I feel the way I do.
I wish the silence didn't yell.
And I wish that everyone understood me through and through.
There's something in me,
That makes myself keep hidden-
That keeps me scarred so deeply.
Hiding is my deadly weapon..
I push people away when I need them the most,
And I'm searching for whoever will keep me in their eyes
Even when I'm hiding in my own ghost.
I want someone to see through the cries, the lies, the sighs.
I can't stand being this way,
Trusting is scary, loving is worse,
and I just can't find the beginning to my runway..
Or maybe I'm only in reverse?
I'd love to break this plague,
I'd love to rid myself of this pain...
The answer is vague,
So the hurt remains....

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