Thinking Out Loud

8

i don't know how i got this way
i used to be so happy
i would smile real smiles
and now here i am,
lost and alone

i like to stare up at the sky
and watch the clouds
my favorites are the dark ones
i like to pretend that they're me
because i'm dark myself

my friends joke that my soul is black
my mom pretends this is all an act
my sister gets annoyed whenever i'm near
my brother doesn't want to be like me
if only they really knew

that i'm dying inside
and i want to be up with the clouds
i don't want to be here
everyone is rude
and i feel out of place

the clouds seem like home
and soon i'll be up with them
one of these days i'll make my choice
not that long now, for my time has come
for my endless sleep