a/n: so i wrote this song about how it feels to be an introvert and to basically have a panic attack in front of everyone you love but you swallow it down bc you don't want them to think differently about you. i wrote this yesterday and it relates to something i'm going through at the moment and i wrote this to make people realise that they aren't alone and it's ok to feel lonely and sad, you are never alone and i'm here if you ever need to talk ❤️
will i ever belong?
standing in this crowded room
feeling like i am gonna burst
i don't know what to do
did you corner the waitress?
asking what we want to have
how did you gain so much confidence?
whilst i'm sat like a little kid
now that song that plays
was the first mistake
cause the mess you made, that night
the table now stained red
all the blood that shed
and the tears that fell from your pale face
i am the problem, that's who i am
nobody knows how hard it is to fit in
cause you struggle to find the words
to talk to someone you've known for years
all the stuttering that came from my mouth
gives me another headache to think about
and i tried to walk in a straight line
but i'm the problem
and maybe that's fine
did you smile at your girlfriend?
or was it directed to me?
i try to find a good way to not make the conversation about me
i averted my eyes
to try and see
but the lines that formed on my forehead
made it hard to breathe
now the night was spent
laughs exchanged then we danced
tripping over your dancing shoes
and i internally screamed
felt like i couldn't see
cause the world just feels a little blurry
i am the problem, that's who i am
nobody knows how hard it is to fit in
cause you struggle to find the words
to talk to someone you've known for years
all the stuttering that came from my mouth
gives me another headache to think about
and i tried to walk in a straight line
but maybe i'm the problem
and maybe that's fine
so i'll prepare the coffee
risking the burns
all of the time
spent alone just hurts
i wish i could form full sentences
and be able to talk to you
but the bitter sweet aftertaste
is that i don't know who to turn to
cause i don't want to go to therapy
but i just want someone to love me for me
i am the problem, that's who i am
nobody knows how hard it is to fit in
cause you struggle to find the words
oh it's confusing being an introvert
all the stuttering that came from my mouth
gives me another thing to cry about
and i can't walk in a straight line
and maybe i'm the problem
and i'll never be alright
