I wish someone could understand the real me,
But unfortunately that side nobody can see.
When I cry, people think it's for sympathy,
No, I don't want it, that just happens emotionally.
When I find somebody who understands me,
All they do is smile at me.
They say I'm gonna be fine,
But why do I feel so awkwardly blind?
Why do tears rush out of my eyes,
Why don't other people cry so much as I?
Why am I so dark and depressed,
All that gives me is pain and stress?
People say learn to be strong,
I do, I'm strong, but these tears don't go along.
I can't express what I feel inside,
These tears just go on and just don't hide.