| Weird Elisa '03 { Anya-runo Anyan näkökulmasta. Puput ei kyllä päässy mukaan... } Why do I have to be polite? Why can't I say what I think? Who was so stupid? To come up with this stuff? Why do people ask, If they don't want to know the answer? Why is it that when I say something honest, All the people around me, Turn around and look at me, Like I'm some kind of idiot, From a planet far away. They say I'm weird. Well, maybe I am, But they're the ones that won't say, Say anything the way it really is. How can I know what they want to hear? Someone made everything so damn Confusing. It feels too complicated To be supposed to know What you can and can not say, Without hurting anyone, without making anyone want to vomit. Why are people afraid of letting others know what they think and feel. What's in their brain. I just don't get it. |