Whoa is me, I say.
Why is me?
Who am I, to be the one to not stand aside?
The two of you have a hold of me, where I can't break free.
Im crying, I'm screaming, and I can't see where I'm going.
My heart is shattered, I'm torn between the two.
Why must it be me?
You say I can help, that I make peace.
You say I'm the strength, but I'm too weak.
Why can't the both of you understand I'm not able to be in two places at once?
Why can't you see that I'm no peacemaker, in my own eyes?
Lost love, horrific pain, and dying friendship.
Peace will not settle this.
Don't look to me, I can't make the peace you've asked for.
I'm not who you all think I am, and trying to pull me apart won't make a difference but break me even more.
YOU ARE READING
The Way I Feel
隨機Words are the only way to express myself. But speaking them to you, is harder than I can bare. This heart of mine aches but this brain of mine can't wait. No more waiting. I'm just sayin'. Get up or get down, I know you'll never be around.
