Everyday I wake up knowing nothings changed.
Still me, always will be, the same.
I've heard how I don’t care about anyone else.
And how I only care about the benefit of myself.
But they don’t know the real me.
Or about how I think crying is weak.
So I only shed a tear once and awhile before I go to sleep.
And you don’t know about the shit I’ve been through.
The only thing they know is I, I don’t ever want to be like you.
Everyday I wake up hoping my dreams a reality.
Just stay lying in my bed, wishing to fall back asleep.
