You don't want to hear it
Because you hear it everyday
I don't want to say it
Because I say it everyday
How many times should I explain?
How many people do I confide to?
The numbers increase along with my pain
No one understands this
Feeling
That I get
It's joy and sorrow
Mixed with excitement and misery
This urge
To be happy
To be loved
I can't explain any of it
Because words are just not enough
Maybe that's why they say
"She's complicated"
