Something other than me 
 
this is a song I wrote about my creative writing class. see, they all want me to edit their short stories, but nobody wants to edit mine, they think I get to deep or techinical. I don't know do I? Anyway, I don't think they always get the picture, I think this spells it out. I just got a little bit more of an ego to describe it with

Stop looking at me
like I got something to say
you tell me you like the words
you like my creativity
but it's so obvious to me
they never come from me anyway

believe, in something other than me
why can't you see? I'm all I think I can be
believe, the fruit is not from this tree
believe, in something other than me

they're taking pictures
of this nobody
I can't remember what I did
to make them love me
there's no reason, no rhyme
no point in putting faith
in just this man
(my foundation is just sifting sand)

believe, in something other than me
why can't you see? I'm all I think I can be
believe, the fruit is not from this tree
believe, in something other than me

I look through the breaking clouds
break through the talking crowds
and I don't know, how to get to a quite place
I just need a little space
I pray just to stay together
they think I've got it all just by writing a letter
they're looking to the water
I put one foot before the other
before I faulter and fall
they want it to be just me, that's all
but I'm all I think I can be
the fruit is not from this tree
it's from someone other than me