Words do not express
what I really mean
and the feelings I compress
to make it seem I'm happy being.
Because I'm really not
sometimes I'm sad
forgive my lot
this'll drive a girl mad.
I'm not like her
if that's what you want
now we're done I'm sure
but always my memory you'll haunt.
These times seem to never end
they're filled with pain and sorrow
and sometimes I feel I need to fend
in order to see tomorrow.
You do not see
these things I hide
deep within me
when I sit on the side.
