What's the point hm
Why tell people what's wrong
They can't do anything for you
No matter how much they say
They understand
They don't
You know at the end of the day
It's up to you to figure it out
Telling people just makes it more complicated
People are selfish
They only really care about
What's going on in their lives
You know
(I mean that's not true but)
'Cause if it doesn't concern them
Then they'll forget about it
They'll forget about
You
People forget about me
It's not their fault fault I just
I'm stuck here feeling like shit
With no one to blame
It just feels like I can't talk to anybody
About anything
(You know that's not true)
Isn't it though
If I really
Actually shared with people
What's going on in my head
They'd get sick of me
They'd leave
That's why I can only talk about it
Through art
(Yeah but people can't love you
If they don't know the real you)
Always such an optimist
Yeah well then
Where are the people I can trust hm
(I could name more than a few)
Well how many people have I trusted
That have let me down
Too many
