If growing up is so easy

Why do I want out? Why do I

beg, flirt and try to pray

my way out?

Why am I so damned confused?

Why do I feel like a failure when I win?

Why do I feel guilty when I am the best?

Why can’t I find the answers?

It might make the difference

Between hours, days, months or years

If I want to die

Why stop me? What is wrong with it?

Maybe I am too weak

to survive

Or

Maybe I am so strong

I have to break.

Everything I feel isall deep inside

Bottled up turmoil

Whose fuse soon be lit.

God, let me find a release so that

I don’t have to die

Is it normal to be mixed up

and not know which way is up and out?

Am I crazy because I

say how I feel?

Does anybody even know?

Why is it easy for

people to turn away and give up?

How can I express this to you?

I love you – you seem to want this

Yet at the same time you

are hot you go cold

No wonder I don’t

which way to go!

You want to accept me

I want to be accepted

What keeps us apart?