EVERYDAY PASSES
REMINDING ME OF LESSONS TO BE LEARNED
OPPERTUNITIES PASS ME BY
SHOWING ME THINGS TO BE EARNED

I DO NOT KNOW IF LIFE AS AN ADULT SEES IT
ONLY AS A TEEN
I CAN ONLY GUESS WAT LIFES MEANT TO BE
BASED ON WAT IVE SEEN

TODAY I LEARNED OF LOVE
AND THE PAIN THAT IT MAY BEAR
U CAN NEVER KNOW A PERSONS TRUTH
BEHIND THA MASKS THEY WEAR

I CANT TELL THE BAD
FROM THA GOOD
AND ALTHOUGH IT SOUNDS CLICHAE
IMMA TEENAGER MISUNDERSTOOD

I CAN'T TELL A GOOD FRIEND,
FROM A BAD
WE TALK BEHIND EACHOTHERS BACKS
RUINING THE TRUST WE HAD

WEN I STARE INTO THE MIRROR
I SEE THINGS I WISH I COULD DENY
A FEAR OF JUDGEMENT AND CONFRONTATION
I CAN NO LONGER LOOK MYSELF IN THE EYE

IF EVERYBODY HAS TO GO THROUGH TORMENT
AND THROUGH PAIN
IF THEY UNDERSTAND THE HURT
THAT IS ANOTHERS GAIN

IF THEY CAN FEEL
THE BURDEN OF THEIR FEARS
AND KNOW THE COST
OF SHOWING THEIR TEARS

IF THEY KNOW HOW IT FEELS
TO HAVE A LOVER OR A FRIEND
STAB THEIR BACKS WITH KNIVES,
WHY ARE THEY SO CRUEL TO SAY,
"THESE ARE THE BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES!?"