Whispering in the dark,
So no one hears a sound.
My feet are trembling,
As I crash into the ground.
I don't know whats wrong with me,
I've become somebody that I'm not.
I've become this person,
Who never has a happy thought.
Whats wrong with me?
Am I really this messed up?
Who am I going to be?
When right now I feel so dressed up.
I act like something, somebody,
That I am never going to be.
I'm screaming on the inside,
Let me out so I can finally be free!
Free from this need to be,
A perfect somebody.