A million thoughts
All thought at once
They get mushed together
And become one big bunch.
I wish I could concentrate
On just one thing
But then I'd think to much
On just one little thing.
As I sit here all alone the memories come flooding back.
The flash of light,
The panic and fear,
The feeling of knowing
Death is near.
The last thing I remember
From that night,
Is mommy grabbing my hand
And holding it tight.
Then there was a big crashing sound,
And everything went dark.
I woke up in the hospital
With a few little marks.
I asked where mommy was
But never got an answer.
Now as I'm standing here,
I understand why
They decided not to tell me
My mommy had died.
Why did I come back here?
It's just too painful to see.
This was the last place I saw mommy alive,
as it will always be.
What is intelligence?
Is it the things you know?
Is it the way you act?
Is it the things you show?
Is is a way to classify?
Is it a way to segregate?
Or is it not that difficult?
Or as simple as you and me?
Will this pain and agony
ever come to an end?
Is the end of this misery near?
Or has it just began?
So many questions wsirling around in this tormented head of mine.
Who can I turn to?
Where can I go?
Who can help me figure out
the things I need to know?
I need someone.
Anyone will do.
As long as people are talking
I can forget about feeling blue.
With every thought of your laugh.
My heart skips a beat
With every thought of your smile.
A teardrop falls
With every thought of you leaving.
A sigh comes out
With every thought of regret.
They're not judged by sex type.
They hardly ever cry.
Their advantages seem endless
And reach up to the sky.
They're not into looks
Cause it's cool to look messy.
There are only a few things
That make a guy not look sexy.
They're hardly ever called
Discriminating names.
They're only called players
Which glorifies their game.
They hold hearts in their hands
And can crush them in a sec.
They don't deal with periods
That make them feel like a train wreck.
I can't help but wonder,
With curiosity in mind,
Would life be easier
If I were a guy?
Within my little world
I'm all alone.
I hide amongst my problems,
And will never let them be known.
Within my little world
I'm terribly misplaced,
Caught in a maze of confusion
Never to escape.
Within my little world
I'm sincere.
I don't hide from the truth
And I don't act fake.
Within my little world,
I'm me.
