different,
does not mean something wrong
does it?
so why does different
so confuse people

it’s there,
in the corner of my eye
if you look,
you can see,
the cool reflections of dreams

they lied to me again
tried to raise a smile
but i had it adopted
and that takes a while

smile for me,
just me,
and see what the future brings

trust so broken,
is so hard to mend
there are no skilled surgeons,
with hands to lend

we are just the crumpled clothes
the ones that lie upon the floor
we are trying to define chapters
from behind a closed door

part of me is drawn to the past
and when we went through –
what i call, ‘the phone call cycle’

have you ever had to fight
fight for who you feel you are?
your identity,
have you?

I have not done anything wrong
yet it is i,
who receives the punishment

i am not here
pulled from heaven
by the pull of fear
i am not here