I find myself wanting to change.
Wanting more than i have.
Needing more than what's given.
Believe it or not, I'm dying for difference.
I cry about pointless things.
I try to hold back the tears,
But that familiar choked back feeling,
It gets me everytime.
Believe it or not,
I'm not crying about that,
I'm crying about every other thing,
Everything I've wanted to cry about,
But just choked back the tears.
Believe it or not,
I'm just me.
