I hate how I get anxious around you
Upsetting myself because I can’t stay away from your hurt
Once it was just you and I – being us
Now we’ve become a groupie – like a class of fifteen
How do I keep up?
We are so similar yet so different.
The silent times have become a heightened the anxiety
You have refused to see my cry
You can only see me through your secret fantasy
And everything else has become in comparison
When did I become not enough?
I put up happy faces and bright smiles
And they are all just pushing you even further away
It’s gotten more difficult too because of the crowd I now find myself
And I don’t know any more how to get to you
Because you are unable to feel me and all the things inside