I was never a problem child but I've got problems with myself
Cant help but feel that I'm a burden, I can't accept help
Looking in the mirror I know my worries are few
But my heart can't help but feel what my mind tells it to
Sometimes I hate to look within
And comprehend my own emotion
It's easier to look at them
And laugh at their devotion
To silly things, passing feelings, and short lived states of mind
As if I hadn't had them woven, into me
But if now not when, to come to terms
With what's already been spoken
I was never a problem child but I've got problems with myself
Cant help but feel that I'm a burden, I can't accept help
Looking in the mirror I know my worries are few
But my heart can't help but feel what my mind tells it to
I was never a problem child but I've got problems with myself
Cant help but feel that I'm a burden, I can't accept help
Looking in the mirror I know my worries are few
But my heart can't help but feel what my mind tells it to