feeling small...

When you talk of her, I think of me

In my head I see who she’s trying to be

I do understand but I don’t think I should

Coz I was never understood

The difference is small but it isn’t fair

Coz the difference is that you really care

Sometimes I just want to shout

Why wasn’t I cared about?

Why must I be nice when I don’t want to be?

But then again, you were nice to me

I don’t really want to be petty and small

But sometimes I don’t know how to deal with it all

Every time something makes it harder

The space between you and me just gets larger

I don’t want to relive what I went through

But I do it. I do it for you.