The problem with me is that Iím never happy
always looking for reasons to be sad
Well at least thatís what they say
The problem with me is that Iím a drama queen
so high, so low
but never in between
Thatís what I hear them say
The problem with me is that Iím too naive
too quick, too willing, too eager to believe
is all I hear them say
The problem with me is my harsh attitude
It seems Iím too negative, too raw, too rude
Thatís what I heard them say
The problem with me is my insecurity
too weak, too fragile
Sheíll soon break just wait and see
Well at least thatís what they all say
And I take it in
every syllable, every word forced into my ear
every single comment and insult I hear
But is there some truth to these thoughts I call lies?
Do these qualities appear when you look into my eyes?
Am I really all that they say I am?
Should I change?
Should I pretend?
Should I even give a damn?
Donít know where to go, what to do
or who to be
Too much this, not enough that
looking for the answer
to solve the problem with me