I'm what you'd call confused,
Bout my tears and my moods.
I'm what you'd define as bruised,
After being broken and used.
They'd tell you I'm afraid,
Bout my decisions that I've made.
They'd define me as needing aid,
After fearing I'm gonna fade.
What they define,
Is the wrong sign.
What you say,
Is the wrong way.
Simplistic words just won't do,
I'm in need of something new.
A word encorporating me,
The essence that no one sees.
I'm what you'd call a fake,
Can't be true for my own sake.
I'm what you'd define as straight,
There's just me without a wait.
They'd tell you I just hide,
From all the truths that are inside.
They'd define me as tryed,
Someone who can no longer confide.
What they define,
Is the wrong sign.
What you say,
Is the wrong way.
Simplistic words just won't do,
I'm in need of something new.
A word encorporating me,
The essence that no one sees.
I'm an actress but not onstage,
I'm a sweetheart given in to rage,
I'm friendly but still hostile,
I'm hurt and yet I smile,
I'm crazy but still sane,
I'm healing while in pain,
I'm learning but I dont heed,
I'm not cut, and yet I bleed.
What they define,
Is the wrong sign.
What you say,
Is the wrong way.
Simplistic words just won't do,
I'm in need of something new.
A word encorporating me,
The essence that no one sees.
No words can fully describe me,
It's as if I"m an oxymoron,
Always contradicting myself.
