they say i look sad,
and i laugh,
say it's nothing...
say they're mistaken...
but, they say i look sad,
and they aren't far off...
there is no word,
nothing to describe what i feel...
how i feel...
if i feel.
so tired of this place.
nothing to do.
no one to go to.
just wanted something.
anything.
one night,
one day,
one fucking minute of your time.
and here i am,
they say i look sad,
and i laugh,
i laugh cause it's true.
how can i explain it,
when i don't know myself...
but i still deny it,
indifference is bliss.
but if you could see me.
if i could see you.
i know this would be better.
i feel this could be better.
here i am wandering,
and they say i look sad...
they ain't too far off..
cause i miss you all the time.
miss you most when you're right beside me.
and they say i look sad,
even in your arms.
and i have to wonder,
is it you,
is it me?
have i lost all pride....?
have i lost it?
where is there to go for me?
i haven't a place of my own.
i'm so far from home.
and they say i look sad.
this fucking place
this fucking town,
this fucking life.
i'm so down...
so low...so lost...
and i want to be happy.
feel the sun on my face,
and your hand on my back,
and your lips on my neck.
your warmth in my bed.
but they say i look sad...
and i don't know how to look different...
haven't the strength to try,
and i haven't eaten in a week.
want so much,
get so little,
try so little,
feel so plain.
and i am rejected,
by you, by them....
and i want to be accepted,
have some place to go tonight.
sitting alone at the bar,
looking down,
always down.
and i might drink myself away...
and i might wake and find this a dream...
i can only hope to wake and find this a dream...
and perhaps you are beside me...
so low,
and i can't go lower,
and i haven't eaten in a month,
and i don't know how to move....
i don't know how to get out of here...
and it keeps me from dreaming,
and it keeps me from living...
and they say i look so sad.
so down,
and i am,
i am so down...
and i can't get out of here.
i watch the clock,
one hour, two, three...
and your still not here with me...
and i feel so down.
and i haven't eaten in months,
and my hands are shaking,
and my legs are weak....
i can't be pretty....
and they say i look sad...
and i laugh, i laugh and i look down.
megan