I'm cynical and oppressed
created weak in distress
i've looked in your eyes
one hundred times
trying to find the lies
ending up in failed attempts to try
You are different in a way it scares me
that who you say you are
Just cant be
but it is
In all honesty..this scares the hell out of me
Now tell me,
it doesnt scare you too
To think the way we feel we do
To think my smile you produce
is the DNA for this atomic muse
that explodes in butterflies nd skittles
making us feel so little
so vulnerable, so young & full
I feel so young & yet running out of time
standing in another lunch line
Days get longer, & all you do is cloud my mind
And all I do is look for some more time
to say the things I want to say
And not regret it
At the end of the day
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