i put my foot down
it sunk right through the ground
and it's funny how i don't know
what's real to me anymore
and as i drive my car back home
i sing out loud, as loud as i can
to try to push the tears out
i'm tired of who i am
and the sadness in these songs
make me happier for a while
but it never lasts long
and i never smile
that's what i like to think
but i smile a lot
and i take another drink
of the only water that i got
it quenches my thirst
and hydrates my skin
it helps the tears form
and blurrs my vision
but i'll leave it up to you
and your imagination
to figure out why i'm so sad
the meaning of what i've written
maybe i'm not sad
it's just a habit i have
like writing poems
or looking back
and sometimes i wish i had freedom
the kind that is real
not the kind that will help the world
but the kind where i can be selfish
maybe just for a day or two
but i can feel myself collapsing
so i'm done telling you of my sadness
but i'll never stop my singing
it sunk right through the ground
and it's funny how i don't know
what's real to me anymore
and as i drive my car back home
i sing out loud, as loud as i can
to try to push the tears out
i'm tired of who i am
and the sadness in these songs
make me happier for a while
but it never lasts long
and i never smile
that's what i like to think
but i smile a lot
and i take another drink
of the only water that i got
it quenches my thirst
and hydrates my skin
it helps the tears form
and blurrs my vision
but i'll leave it up to you
and your imagination
to figure out why i'm so sad
the meaning of what i've written
maybe i'm not sad
it's just a habit i have
like writing poems
or looking back
and sometimes i wish i had freedom
the kind that is real
not the kind that will help the world
but the kind where i can be selfish
maybe just for a day or two
but i can feel myself collapsing
so i'm done telling you of my sadness
but i'll never stop my singing