Who am I to Believe?

Who am I to believe

that I can help others

find their place in the world

when I can’t even

find one of my own?

 

Who am I to believe

that everyone should dream

and pursue those dreams

when I can’t even

find one of my own?

 

Who am I to believe

that there is good in the world

and it is a joy to be here

when I can’t even

want to stick around?

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Who Knows?

You don’t know what it feels like

To be left in the dark,

Left without the answers

You so desperately need.

Does he know?

Does he care?

Is he scared?

Who knows?

He’ll never say a word,

Leaving me here to wonder,

When will reality fall apart?

When will I have to face the truth,

That there’ll never be an Us?

Does he know and not say?

Does he not care to save my feelings?

Is he too scared to confront me?

Too many years between us

Would probably fall apart.

I mean nothing.

Forgotten in his glory.

All I’ll ever be is a memory.

You can’t know how that feels

To just be some girl

He won’t remember 5 months from now.