As hot coffee slips down my throat,
and I write words for all to read,
I realize, there may be more than people see to me,
I may be more than a pessimistic tragedy,
to some,

And maybe to most I'm nothing, but tell me, what is it that they see,
that makes this statement ring true?
do they see the girl that just wants the world, to see her for what she really is,
because that's what you'd see,
that is if you took a moment, to look behind these blue eyes,
and see all the pain, as well as ambition, that lies beneath.