Songs I Write | IV

Misconception

You chose me
You've outgrown me
Couple years older and passed but I'm down
Making known I'm around
I'm just a little girl
Too attached to the world
I watch it as it burns
I yearn to forget the sounds of you backing out

I'm so shy but I walk like I own the floor
I'm quiet, I don't scream, but I'll yell some more if you provoke me, please don't poke me
I'm so tired of the bullshit, I'm so fed up
And I'm quiet like I'm new here but it's so old, it's so old

The feeling you don't know
The feeling you don't know

I've always been so fond of the heart and the mind (my mind, my mind)
My mind conveniently leaves out the part where I spend my time (I cry, I cry)
When I cry over the little things he said and did, when I cry about things I'll never forgive, when I cry about things that are nothing to do with him
I spend my days in a futile effort (futile effort)
And I'll be happy but I'll be hurt (I'll be hurt)
I don't care for anyone I used to know (used to know)
I'm just sick of feeling so detached from my soul

I'm so shy but I walk like I own the floor
I'm quiet, I don't scream, but I'll yell some more if you provoke me, don't poke me
I'm so tired of the bullshit, I'm so fed up
And I'm quiet like I'm new here but it's so old, it's so old

The feeling you don't know
The feeling you don't know
I feel like you don't know me, mm mm
Even though we'd grown together
Metaphorically sewn in a sweater
But you went off and I'm worn out
And my head's so caught up in forever
I forget you'll never know me

I'm not less happy, I'm more sad
You spend these years holding it in even though you ought to crack
It's such a misconception, that past is past
'Cause you know that you're never gonna get past it, trying to outrun what you never can

I'm so shy but I walk like I own the floor
I'm quiet, I don't scream, but I'll yell some more if you provoke me, please don't poke me
I'm so tired of the bullshit, I'm so fed up
And I'm quiet like I'm new here but it's so old, it's so old
I'm so shy but I talk like I don't think before
I'm quiet, I don't scream, but my yells are like yours if you provoke me, please don't poke me, can't you just hold me? On second thought
I'm so tired of the bullshit, I'm so fed up
And I'm quiet like I'm new here but it's so old, it's so old