Crossover

Are you all that you wanted to be?

Filling your spaces with things that don't have a meaning?

This question crawls in my mind, and opens my eyes to see,

I have to go, and be the man I should be.

Go now, why do I do this to myself?

I dont think they would understand, no... they would never understand,

how tired, I am, of wasting my time just to be who they want me to be,

can they change, or will they remain the same?

Its not the fear that makes my lips tremble,

not the cold that makes my hands shake,

but the thought that one day, my words will all be in vein.

I think I'm just searching for something that hasn't been said

Go now, why do I do this to myself?

I dont think they would understand, no... they would never understand,

how tired, I am, of wasting my time just to be who they want me to be,

can they change, or will they remain the same?