Mad World
I'm kind of getting sick of the way I feel on the inside and seem on the outside.
How I always seem perfectly happy, and even when someone catches that glimpse of sorrow, I can deny it to the T. And then they let it drop.
How everytime something's wrong with me someone just assumes it's because of James. It's not always about him. And even if it is, it's not really. Because, well, because it isn't.
How I'm feeling on the inside is so completely different than what I seem on the surface now a days. And if you look hard enough you see me. A couple people know that me, and that's why I like them. And like being around them.
I was happy that someone stopped me tonight to make me talk, because it made me realize everything that's been in my head lately. It's funny how that happens. Huh...
Anywho.. later.
How I always seem perfectly happy, and even when someone catches that glimpse of sorrow, I can deny it to the T. And then they let it drop.
How everytime something's wrong with me someone just assumes it's because of James. It's not always about him. And even if it is, it's not really. Because, well, because it isn't.
How I'm feeling on the inside is so completely different than what I seem on the surface now a days. And if you look hard enough you see me. A couple people know that me, and that's why I like them. And like being around them.
I was happy that someone stopped me tonight to make me talk, because it made me realize everything that's been in my head lately. It's funny how that happens. Huh...
Anywho.. later.