Dont expect me to show an emotion thats been pressed down for too long
Forcing me to talk will only prove my point on how i just dont belong
Its sad to see how you cant seem to understand when your wrong
Telling me that if i leave nobody would even notice i was gone
It hurts to know that my reality and imagination will never get along
For they both create a temptation to leave this world, and who could tell me im wrong
