So many faces,
I’ve known for so long.
What they say is me,
I say is wrong.
Many more faces,
I’ve only just met.
Some I can trust.
The rest I forget.

If they say I need help,
then why can’t they give it?
If this life is my own,
then why can’t I live it?

Torn between worlds,
Extremes at both ends.
I’m stuck in the middle,
so just sit and pretend.
Maybe I’ll wait here,
Till luck comes my way.
Maybe I’ll fall down
and find Judgement day.

If they say I need help,
Then why can’t they give it?
If this life is my own,
Then why can’t I live it?

I try to choose sides.
Want vs need.
But they’re both the same,
when my heart starts to bleed.
I just need that comfort.
I just want that touch.
Surrounded by friendship
that isn’t enough.

If they say I need help
then why don’t they give it?
If this life is my own,
then why don’t I live it?