I am that someone often choose to be alone
Hopelessly looking where I truly belong
Painfully trying to cling on
But still lost in a path I thought my own
I am that someone doing everything to be noticed
Wishing anyone to throw me a single glimpse
Labeled nobody, a helpless pathetic
Accept me, like a soft unending tragic
I am a glass half empty
Fill me with anything gradually
Been searching for something endlessly
To free myself from the cage of this misery
Yet I am also that someone they do envy
Someone I always want to escape and deny
A feeble in disguise, a beautiful lie
Hovering cowardly with a glowing smile
'Cause I'm that someone people wanted to see
I am not that someone I wanted to be
I am that someone whom praise by everybody
Yet I'm not grateful nor happy.
'Cause I'm a book that holds more than what people know
Decipher my every words, dive with the flow
Knock at my door, I'm opening my window
Explore every bit of me that only here I show
I'm now gambling my pages to the world
With this desperate blow, I'm yielding my sword
I'll continue to ride through this bumpy road
Until I finally become that single worthy word
Your someone.
