I hear you,
all of you.
Talking about me,
good and bad,
behind my own back.
I guess that's okay.
Though,
The **** you say stays embedded in my brain.
Haunts me while I do the things I love,
suffocates me.
Am I too much?
Am I too wrong?
I try to be perfect,
or the best I can be,
for you.
And all I get is **** back.
That's okay,
that's alright.
I guess I'll be okay.
Act like I'm fine,
I'm that happy kid...
Everyone wants to be me.
At least they think they do.
I live under that rock,
mind my own business,
Be my own person.
But being lonely hurts,
It brings me sadness,
and pain,
that I cover up like I'm putting on makeup.
But when I take off that cover,
Not many people believe what I say.
I'm too much without that cover.
Maybe I should just live with that cover on.
That's okay,
That's alright,
I guess I will live like that,
If it means I'm found.
I hear you,
all of you.
Talking about me,
good and bad,
behind my own back.
I'll be okay,
I will be okay...
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 10:45 AM UTC
I hear you,
all of you.
Talking about me,
good and bad,
behind my own back.
I guess that's okay.
Though,
The **** you say stays embedded in my brain.
Haunts me while I do the things I love,
suffocates me.
Am I too much?
Am I too wrong?
I try to be perfect,
or the best I can be,
for you.
And all I get is **** back.
That's okay,
that's alright.
I guess I'll be okay.
Act like I'm fine,
I'm that happy kid...
Everyone wants to be me.
At least they think they do.
I live under that rock,
mind my own business,
Be my own person.
But being lonely hurts,
It brings me sadness,
and pain,
that I cover up like I'm putting on makeup.
But when I take off that cover,
Not many people believe what I say.
I'm too much without that cover.
Maybe I should just live with that cover on.
That's okay,
That's alright,
I guess I will live like that,
If it means I'm found.
I hear you,
all of you.
Talking about me,
good and bad,
behind my own back.
I'll be okay,
I will be okay...