They see me cry,
they don't see me commit a crime.
I still feel guilty,
knowing I have sensibility.
They see me run a mile,
but I never smile.
You never fell off the edge,
with all your knowledge.
They see me weak,
calling me a freak.
People don't show themselves,
rather be someone else.
Though I rather cry,
than ever commit a crime.
-To my used to be
Darling
