Do you hear the sound of my voice?
The sound of the pencil scribbling across the paper
Will you pay attention now?
Would you pay attention to these words instead of me?
That's just the way people are
they pay attention to things from other people
but when you see a name you know you look away
claiming to already know what it will be or what will happen
What if i told you it was a facade?
That you don't know the real me
You'd say that you do right?
that because you've been around me for so long you know me
You only see what is presented to you.
You don't see how i feel inside
How i hide things
You only see what you want to see
What i write on this paper is what i really want to say
the things i'm too afraid to say with my mouth
the things you made me afraid to