I push agenst the tide that threatens to pull me away
I try my hardest to survive to rush of the world
To be somebody
but I do nothing but hit the walls
I end up in countless dead ends in a spinning frightening world
I try to make myself what the world says I should be
but I cant I'm never good enough
never tall enough to reach the stars
to touch the sun
yet I push my head in the clouds
and pretend I don't care
don't care that I cant make it
that it doesn't hurt
that I don't hear the laughs and sneers
that I don't hear the jibes and jokes on my behalf
but I do care
I do hear
and it does hurt
it does hurt to keep running into these dead ends
again and again
