Simple plans are what i have, thats why I'm alone.
cause I'm not rich but who cares, true love for me has never been shown.
but its the simple things in life we forget,
you hear her talking but don't here what she said.
why do we make some things so easy so complicated,
searching for whats right in front of your face.
simple things seem so hard.
a home for me is so far.
no one is here to hold my hand.
i just wish someone would understand.
i cover up the hurt inside, and bring out a fake smile on my face.
a simple heart is in my flesh a spirit in me isn't whole.
I'm not complete in the things of life, in my heart theres a hole.
I'm not accepted from anyone cause i don't have all the wealth.
why cant they except me for who i am? myself?
why cant i give a simple thing? love...
