The Inside

The Inside

People askin' me if I'm ok

I say, "Yeah, I'm fine". But really

I'm just hurtin' inside.

Stop telling me to open.

I don't want to.

I don't trust nobody.

Let me lie and let me show

everyone else that nothing's

wrong on the outside.

Let me believe that I'm a cold

person on the inside.

On the inside I don't want

to talk. Let me observe

and play with my thoughts.

Why wont you believe that

I'm a horrible person?

I look miserable and mean.

Why wont you believe it?

Don't talk to me or look at me,

I'm too broken to be seen.

I cuddle up in my blanket

from the cold on the outside

but shiver from the coldness

in my heart.

I don't need anything. It

hurts me every time.

Don't feel bad cause

I'm a cold person on the inside.