Archive for September, 1979
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?
