Seeing What I See
I can’t believe anything, especially not what I see
For my mind is playing games, trying to deceive me
Trying to make me feel ashamed, trying to kill my self-esteem
I’ve never faced reality, I’ve only lived in my dreams
This life, I hope, is much better than it really seems
With a dreamer’s gleam, I look at my life and realize
That there are many things about myself that I despise
By hearing the child’s cries, my soul has been disrupted
A life so fulfilling, so rudely interrupted
How can I go on, how an I proceed
Why can’t you tell that companionship is all that I need
Why can’t my heart be freed, from every ounce of confusion
No one gives me their heart, for I will only miss-use them
So I’m simply refused them, never given one chance
I can’t live like this, my life I must enhance
Why do I feel what I feel, see what I see
When will I realize that the only person who can save my soul is me
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