I am nothing. Why do I have to be something others want me to be? Why do I have to have an opinion about everything anyway? Or why do others have to have an opinion about me? Or why do I have to care?
Look at me
You may think you see who I really am
But you never know me
Everyday, it's as if I play apart
Now I see if I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
I am now in the world
where I have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
Why is my reflection someone I don't know
Must I pretend that I'm someone else
for all time
When will my reflection show who I am inside
There's a heart that must be free to fly
That burns with a need to know the reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think, how we feel
Must there be a secret me I force to hide
I won't pretend that I'm someone else
for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
- Reflection
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