The me
the sadness apon me... my temples are throbbing
all the loudness of nothing, how it's crushing me down
and then thru the stillness.. I begin to hear whispers
And I can't block it out... such a god-awful sound
something has happened and everything's different
something is missing... has it been all along?
just when i thought that it couldn't get better
everything changed... now my everything's wrong
this is the me that writes, when I'm not smiling
this is the me that stays.... hidden within
the me that I call on.. when I just can not take it
the me that stands up when I've fallen again...
