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sometimes I don't know what to say
its there so deep and yet ready to be spoken
I see your eyes and long to speak
but i'm afraid...my words won't be right
I hear your cruel laughter and turn away
why bother? it changes nothing
i could talk and talk and yet no one would listen
fade into nothing and be lost
why does no one look?
why does no one care?
my humor is not yours
your language is not mine
yet when i try to speak it you cut me off
why would i ever talk like that
you say i'm not like you
that you'll only corrupt me
but what is there to be corrupted?
it feels like a cruel joke
no one wants me there
no one cares if i sit and stare off
at the pain of loneliness in a crowded room
I've always been alone
my humor has always been cynically creative
for me...
don't leave me there
you go and go and barely say goodbye
I'm left behind and lost