It's hard to put my finger on what's wrong with me
What really is hurting me
It's like having a knife in your back
But you just can't find it
So when I'm asked by others
"Well what's making you sad?"
I stumble over my words
And trip over my thoughts
And search for answers
That I just can't seem to grasp
Because I truly don't know
I can't explain how I'm feeling
With the words that I know
It's like asking me to explain the color yellow
To someone who's never seen it before
It's not something I can tell you
To truly understand you'd have to feel it
And see it with your own eyes
But I'd never wish that upon anyone
So I guess I'll never have an answer
And you'll never understand
What's really making me sad
Is more than I can explain
To understand it, you'd have to feel my pain