Forty to one
I don't know what I'm doing here
I'm not really sure who I am
The one thing I thought was sure
I'm starting to question again.
I keep trying to convince myself
That it's all going to be okay
But it creeps up more frequently
As I go continue day by day.
You promise me that the others
Just don't know, or they haven't dared
To have the same experiences
that you and I have shared.
They just don't know what I talk about
When I say how much you care
But even so, its hard to try
and convince myself that they all lie
When its forty to one, how can it be
That they dont know the truth, only me?
I'm not really sure who I am
The one thing I thought was sure
I'm starting to question again.
I keep trying to convince myself
That it's all going to be okay
But it creeps up more frequently
As I go continue day by day.
You promise me that the others
Just don't know, or they haven't dared
To have the same experiences
that you and I have shared.
They just don't know what I talk about
When I say how much you care
But even so, its hard to try
and convince myself that they all lie
When its forty to one, how can it be
That they dont know the truth, only me?