I find myself at a constant loss;
A loss for what I want to say and what's appropriate.
A loss of sounding too insecure, or just insincere.
A loss of what is right and what I think sounds wrong.
I think too deep,
And my thoughts disappear.
I'm at a loss of expression,
Although the words are there.
I'm at a loss of trust,
Thought I don't think it's fair.
Sometimes I find the words in my mind,
Then I think about if it just sounds too weird.
I've been called crazy, and I watch what I say.
With you, it was different.
I could just be myself.
I could be weird,
You said it didn't matter.
Yet you turned it around,
And made me sound bad...
I'm crazy, insane, need mental help bad.
I'm at a loss of trust,
Look what you did to me.
I'm at a loss,
Plain and simple.
You did this to me.