I am a person who thinks,
Of ways to live,
Thru all my pain and guilt,
I feel no shame,
But things bother me inside,
Where do I run to hide,
Who can I tell,
What I feel,
Who is there for real,
I never know what to think,
So I start over to the beginning,
Only to receive part of an ending,
And I never know what to believe,
Do I listen to them,
And hope for the best,
I try to tell them to leave,
They are so much to receive,
And I never know who to believe,
