No Mark
I leave no mark
There's nothing to erase
My voice doesn't echo
My words leave no trace
Sometimes I feel alone
It doesn't really matter though
cause no one notices
She's too busy being smart
He's too busy being playing his part
The play in which I didn't attend
I don't have what it takes to gain admissions
I just skid along
Waiting for my turn
It'll never be me on top perfoming
in direct spot light cause I don't deserve it
The wind blowing so chilly on my face
At home their's expectations
theirs dreams that I want to chase
I'm in search of my identity
Can someone hire a foreinsic scientist
To do all the dirty work for me?
My hands are dusty and desprate
to make their imprint
But I leave no marks
Each passing day
As the realization gets blasted into my head
My heart sinks a little deeper
My mind state gets a little weaker
and my happiness decreases
even steeper
When will it be my turn?
That's all i've ever wanted to know
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