I wonder what I look like to you
Do you notice my eyes first?
Do you notice my smile
I fear that my last breath will be a sigh
thankful to leave
and when you hear I'm gone you'll sigh too
wanting to leave with me
Nothing is permanent in this world
even our thoughts go too
the memory of me and my life
will leave this world too soon
I wonder what I look like to you
Do you notice my arms?
Do you notice my legs?
What hurts most isn't being a second choice
It's not being a choice at all
but the thing about pain
is it demands to be felt even after dark
I have a tendency to get jealous
not over the important things
over the small stupid things
over thinking, it put my life in ruins
I wonder what I look like to you
Can you tell I'm sad?
Can you see past my mask?
