Stale Self
1.
I'm alone in a crowded world
Don't know how to express my words
My face is stale
And yours are gray
My eyes stare downwards
Not in your face
You're getting awkward
I feel disgrace
But I try holding back my cries
Refrain
You tell me I should change (change)
‚Cause I don't fit in here
You tell me that I'm strange (strange)
Something's missing here
And I know, I know, I know
I know you're right but I don't show
I can't help but to hide away
With a face and eyes so stale
2.
All the noise disturbs my head
I hold my ears it drives me mad
And you would never understand
You think I'm getting out of hand
I try to run away
But you want me to stay
It's ripping me apart
The pressure is too hard
Refr.
Bridge
Why
When you know it's not my fault
You still keep blaming me for all
For all the things I do and say
You make me want to run away
No I'm not here to stay!
I try to find my way
(My way)
But it leads me astray
Refr.
Refr.2
And I try, I try to change (change)
And I die, I die inside
And I start acting strange (strange)
And I try to hide
And you know, you know, you know
You know I'm trying not to show
My stale self to the world
Because I know it only hurts.
This song is about autism and how I deal with it. How I interpret the actions of others towards me or my disability and the effects of it. Most of all times, I try to conceal how hurt I am by the discrimination, but this way the grief eats me up. And that sucks. Because people don't see that I'm already trying to surpress my autism, they only see the parts of autism I can't surpress. They want me to surpress it completely. Even if it's not my goddamn fault that I'm autistic. But they don't care about that at all. So well. Thanks for reading, I guess:)
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