Who am i really
you ask me
as we sit out on this curb
i say i don't know
but as i speak the words,
i know that i'm lying to myself

If i am a puzzle
i've got a few pieces figured out
more are coming daily
but let me speak these out loud
i swear i won't be too long

i am a smart-alec
a true know-it-all
a hypocrite
and i hurt those close to me
and i can't see it any
sometimes i speak too much
sometimes not at all
but this is who i really am
this is who i really am

your patience is wire thin
but continue i must
and i do

who i am really
i'm fun naive girl
who has too much
of this nasty world
my past is horrible
but my future's bright

and i know not everyone
everywhere
will accept everything of me
some will want pieces
some will want all
and i'm alright with that

i am a smart
and musical
teenage girl just growing up
too wise for my age
i feel like a mage

but that's just me
oh oh oh oh yeah
yes that's just me

That's just me

Numb
Yet reactive to everything
That's how I feel today

Music doesn't touch my abnormally cold soul
Like it does most other days

People, however,
Anger
Sadden
Frustrate
Me to no end today

It's a weird day...

I'm tired of this empty concept of a man's mind
Contracting and constricting my world
And pulling it out of parallel
As it preaches ideals that should be human nature
Not the word or teaching of some divine entity

You're neck deep in the blood pulsing through their veins
As the brain swims in this Nausea of the soul
Dizzying vibrations rock the earth out from above you
As your teeth are set on edge and the very fabric of your mind
Tears at the existence of your being
And the world's cold cruel hand tries to dig into you
And your eyes roll back in your head
And the world turns into an obscure Dali visions
Your heart set into the empty void of your youth

Some pray and some wish
A cold breathless whisper on their lips
Snow, please, snow
A simple hope
That the land will become frost bitten and white
Crispness, blanketing the land
They dream of such beauty
So when they wake to rain
The groans are endless
And their faith, ever so slightly, waning