I may have been wrong
To continously ask you if anything was wrong...
I smile when I want to cry
I laugh when I want to scream...
Let me draw a picture
A picture with a twist...
Why do I suffer like this?
There has to be a better way...
I want to cry, but no tears fall;
I want to scream, but no noise comes out...
Although, I wish nobody misfortune, is it wrong to want to feel needed? |
We are at a stop sign; one part of our path is ended and now we cross into the next. |