No Matter What They Say I'm Still The King
I wish others would come up with another random quirk about me to obsess over. I've grown tired with this one.
Things are tearing at me more than they should be.
I used to think it was other people, but now I'm starting to realize it myself. Maybe I have lost my touch.
Inside it's all still there. Every feeling. Every thought. Every word. Just because no one asks, doesn't mean anything. You can't touch something when it doesn't want to be touched. You can't openly express what is working in your head when your thoughts aren't asked for.
I wouldn't regret the things I'd have to do to be that person again.
Becuase when I'm asked now, I'm caught offgaurd.
Things are tearing at me more than they should be.
I used to think it was other people, but now I'm starting to realize it myself. Maybe I have lost my touch.
Inside it's all still there. Every feeling. Every thought. Every word. Just because no one asks, doesn't mean anything. You can't touch something when it doesn't want to be touched. You can't openly express what is working in your head when your thoughts aren't asked for.
I wouldn't regret the things I'd have to do to be that person again.
Becuase when I'm asked now, I'm caught offgaurd.