Every night when I'm going to bed,
I have thousand of things in my mind and i just can't rest my head.
I don't know if my friends really like me,
because they all have bizzy lives and sometimes it seems
they forget me.
All there boyfriends, first kisses and thouches.
And I? No I have nothing.
I just wait everyday, when one of them has a broken heart
and needs a shoulder to cry on.
It just don't feel I live my life my way,
And I never am in the front.
I'm always the chill and quiet one,
and I can do very crazy sometimes,
Because I've got my mouth shot so much times.
And then they all think something is wrong with me,
but they are just too blind to see that there's nothing wrong with ME.
I don't am and don't want to pretend the nice one anymore
I'm gonna have my life in my own hands,
and if you dont like it-there's the door!
I will let you listen to my voice,
first you will think 'oh what a noice!'
But when you listen better to me,
you will hear the words I say,
The words I want to share with you;
so my thoughts won't be a clue.
These words come right out my heart, my soul,
So that I don't have to carry them,
any longer, anymore...