The more i try to fit in the more i get pushed aside
I'm the red Apple in the green Apple's tree
The more I try to paint myself to be like them I just make a joke of myself, And end in teas that can fill full a coffee mug
With these people life is like living in the moon no matter how hard you i try to stay on the ground gravity just pull me away into deep space were i can die alone
My very best is never good enough why
I'm stuck in a quicksand trying to be free but no one is reaching out to grab my hands
I'm tired now i fill like sleeping and wake up and this existence will just be a nightmare i just woke up to of an alone child wishing if things were different
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC
The more i try to fit in the more i get pushed aside
I'm the red Apple in the green Apple's tree
The more I try to paint myself to be like them I just make a joke of myself, And end in teas that can fill full a coffee mug
With these people life is like living in the moon no matter how hard you i try to stay on the ground gravity just pull me away into deep space were i can die alone
My very best is never good enough why
I'm stuck in a quicksand trying to be free but no one is reaching out to grab my hands
I'm tired now i fill like sleeping and wake up and this existence will just be a nightmare i just woke up to of an alone child wishing if things were different