Why does my heart feel so jaggared and raw?
Why can't I forget the things that I say?
When will I be free from the mind-numbing worry?
When will I be able to not have to hurry?
When will you finally tell me the truth that you keep hidden?
When will that truth, no be forbidden?
When will the sun come out to shine?
When will you tell someone how you feel and not just say 'fine'?
You may think I'm to young to know, or that I'm to naive
But I can handle whatever it is, that I want you to believe