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Sometimes I feel like I'm lost in a world where no one else can relate
to the feelings you get when your life is at stake.
They don't know the tears that stain your heart
as you cry yourself into more than one part.
You have to control the emotions you feel
and make sure you eat every single meal.
One missed step along the way
and you'll be next weeks gossip in the hallway.
There's too much pressure to know what's real
and is your favorite color really turquoise..or is it teal.
People say your life's perfect but what do they really know,
there's more to me than what I show.
I can't help but think what the future will bring...
marketing on wall street or a career in acting.
So far acting has had it's way,
but is that what I want for every next day.
A mask can be removed
and crimes will be proved
but all that has happened
will continuously dampen.
There are some of those people who will try to understand,
but when they are too busy there is no one to lend a hand.
A lot of this world is make believe
and sometimes I wonder when is the time to leave.
To find something new
and begin a fresh start.
How do you know when enough is enough
and how can you wait that that long and still be tough?
It can be hard to fight your emotions,
avoid all commotions,
live in the world where no one can relate,
and still have enough power and will to know your fate.
How do you know what's the right kind of wrong
when that's the same question you've tried to answer all along.
There is only one thing for certain in me
and most of you wouldn't know what that would be.
People don't seem to care that it is your heart
because it's too cold for them to play a part.
Isn't it funny that I would spend the last day
of summer writing a poem about dismay.
I know there is a lot to come
and this is probably stupid and dumb.
But, when you keep so much inside
you know there is a time when something will collide.
To get this out is a major leap
to knowing whats fake and what there is to keep.
It's hard to admit that so much is pretend
but all in all, everything will mend.
to the feelings you get when your life is at stake.
They don't know the tears that stain your heart
as you cry yourself into more than one part.
You have to control the emotions you feel
and make sure you eat every single meal.
One missed step along the way
and you'll be next weeks gossip in the hallway.
There's too much pressure to know what's real
and is your favorite color really turquoise..or is it teal.
People say your life's perfect but what do they really know,
there's more to me than what I show.
I can't help but think what the future will bring...
marketing on wall street or a career in acting.
So far acting has had it's way,
but is that what I want for every next day.
A mask can be removed
and crimes will be proved
but all that has happened
will continuously dampen.
There are some of those people who will try to understand,
but when they are too busy there is no one to lend a hand.
A lot of this world is make believe
and sometimes I wonder when is the time to leave.
To find something new
and begin a fresh start.
How do you know when enough is enough
and how can you wait that that long and still be tough?
It can be hard to fight your emotions,
avoid all commotions,
live in the world where no one can relate,
and still have enough power and will to know your fate.
How do you know what's the right kind of wrong
when that's the same question you've tried to answer all along.
There is only one thing for certain in me
and most of you wouldn't know what that would be.
People don't seem to care that it is your heart
because it's too cold for them to play a part.
Isn't it funny that I would spend the last day
of summer writing a poem about dismay.
I know there is a lot to come
and this is probably stupid and dumb.
But, when you keep so much inside
you know there is a time when something will collide.
To get this out is a major leap
to knowing whats fake and what there is to keep.
It's hard to admit that so much is pretend
but all in all, everything will mend.