iSTiFF’s.Column

I am a question to the world, not an answer to be heard or a moment that’s held in your arms.

And what do you think you’d ever say? I won’t listen anyway. You don’t know me, and i’ll never be what you want me to be.

And what do you think you’d understand? You can’t take me and throw me away.

And how can you learn what’s never shown? Yeah, i stand here on my own. They don’t know me ’cause i’m still here.

And i want a moment to be real.
I want to touch things I don’t feel.
I want to hold on and feel I belong.

And how can the world want me to change?
They’re the ones that stay the same!
They don’t know me ’cause im still here.

And i see the things they never see. All you wanted, i cant be. They can’t tell me who to be ’cause im not what they see.

The world is still sleeping while i keep on dreaming for me.

And their words are just whispers and lies that i’ll never believe!

There has been so many chances for me to prove and show you that im capable of doing the things that you think that i cant handle.. But you couldn’t accept it..

You choose not to accept it.. You refuse to.

Im still here.. In your eyes, as a child.. A helpless, dependent little girl.. =’)