Reflections of My Perceptions
You Have No Idea
you probably think I write and the pain disappears
the fire goes out and the smoke disipates and clears
He was only pretending when he wrote depression and despair
he's just looking for attention, he wants sympathy for his drear
but let me tell you those emotions are always here
and i can't tell the last time i smiled ear to ear
i don't wear a seat belt because if i crash i don't care
last night i almost had an accident, i couldn't see, so many tears
they came gushing uncontrollably, running down out of nowhere
and the only reason why was because i wished somebody was there
lately it feels as though the disappointment has been too much to bear
my systolic and dystolic are both high way beyond my fears
i could have a heart attack right now, but i don't think too many would care
I'm getting tired of living for tomorrow, been doing it for so many years
i know i'm not owed a thing, but why must my happiness be in arrears?
what debt must i pay in order to end this nightmare?
it could be much worse, i know, but still i had to share
because you think you know so much about me, but you have no idea
the fire goes out and the smoke disipates and clears
He was only pretending when he wrote depression and despair
he's just looking for attention, he wants sympathy for his drear
but let me tell you those emotions are always here
and i can't tell the last time i smiled ear to ear
i don't wear a seat belt because if i crash i don't care
last night i almost had an accident, i couldn't see, so many tears
they came gushing uncontrollably, running down out of nowhere
and the only reason why was because i wished somebody was there
lately it feels as though the disappointment has been too much to bear
my systolic and dystolic are both high way beyond my fears
i could have a heart attack right now, but i don't think too many would care
I'm getting tired of living for tomorrow, been doing it for so many years
i know i'm not owed a thing, but why must my happiness be in arrears?
what debt must i pay in order to end this nightmare?
it could be much worse, i know, but still i had to share
because you think you know so much about me, but you have no idea
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