"You're tired, aren't you?"*

Not in the way that you think.

Will I ever feel like I have a place, a home?
Will I ever be enough?
Will I ever be a constant to somebody?

I think the answer is no, at this rate.
I thought it was starting to work itself out.
I suppose I was wrong.

You are not your pain.
You are not your pain.
You are not your pain.

You are not what happened to you.
You are not what happened to you.
You are not what happened to you.

You are not what they did to you.
You are not what they did to you.
*You are not what they did to you.

I never wanted
to fall in love,
with anyone,
at all.

Because falling
means
I will get hurt.

And if I get hurt
I probably
will not survive.

n.e

my friends all worry about me
as i can't keep a thing in mind
cause all that it's on lately
is You and me keeping time

they say i'm in on conversations
but can't remember what has been said
i try my best at explanations
that You are all that's in my head

all i do is think about You
that my dear's the honest truth
if i opened my mind and let loose
all my thoughts would come back to You

they could bury me deep in therapy
spend all they have on so called shrinks
after all this all they would know is
You're the only thing i think

as my head is filled with wonder
it's little wonder at what i do
big surprise that there's no other
thoughts i have that aren't of You

all i do is think about You
that my dear's the honest truth
if i opened my mind and let loose
all my thoughts would come back to You