Do I have your smile, your eyes, your passion for life? Do we talk the same way, walk the same way? its being different, and having to act the same Living life of secrecy, a state of longing, a quest of knowledge. Don't want to tell anyone because these days they only judge They sit and make jokes about it not knowing Not knowing I'm one of those kids they call "unloved" I just sit there no words come out but my emotions I'm showing,
because it will be thrown around like trash But it wouldn't be the first time though I’m trying to find something to base my life upon,Something in this strange world that goes on and on. As the years go by and time fades away, In a world filled with changes each and every day..I will forever wonder until I figure out what to say.