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What It's Like
Every single day it's a struggle.
Seems like it's always one after another.
Some days are great,
but others...not so much.
I can't stand to sit here and wait
when I know that I deserve to be loved.
You claimed that you could see,
but you don't really know what it's like to be me.
Never chosen, always left behind.
After a while that begins to mess with my mind.
Sometimes I'm all here,
but others I can barely even stand.
I wish someone could wipe away my tears
without saying that if I cry, I'm not a man.
I look fine, but not everything's as it seems.
You don't really know what it's like to be me.
I know it. You're hurting too,
but I've proven many times that I'll be there for you.
Someday we'll talk it out,
but right now life's getting in the way.
I know you know what I'm talking about,
but you pretend that you have nothing to say.
You were the one I hoped would set me free,
but then again...you don't really know what it's like to be me.
