| In my defense the sky isn’t getting any clearer
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| And day-by-day I’m finding place in myself
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| That were best left under lock and key
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| And sometimes it seems
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| There’s happiness for everyone but me
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| So how do you take this when someone says to your face
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| «why can’t you believe that anyone cares about you»
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| I care about you
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| If I could stack my doubts or spend the time to sort
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| Them out
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| I would be climbing till I couldn’t breathe
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| And the pressure always gets to me
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| The more I look around I see that even though it seems
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| There’s happiness for everyone but me
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| Everyone but me
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| We’re all just kids, scared and flawed
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| Clinging to the legs of all the good inside we’ve lost
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| Or thought there was but never was at all
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| So carry on, because someday we’ll leave this place behind
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| And you will let me go, just like a balloon
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| I hope you watch me float away into the atmosphere
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| I’ll be waiving till I’m out of site
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| I know I couldn’t make things right
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| But I know that you’re drifting towards a better life, with better times
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| Forget me what a smile but move on with your life |