| CAN YOU UNDERSTAND | |
by DKZ
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| Are our worlds really so different |
| Can our minds be miles apart |
| Do we live in complete confusion |
Is it really games without heart
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| Do you understand the fear I feel |
| The hatred that is hidden inside of me |
| The ambivalence and the pain |
The past that just had to be
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| Can you understand my phone calls |
| My need for someone to understand |
| The necessity to think and talk |
To attempt to make the confusion end
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| Do you know why I need to belong |
| In a world where I don't feel a part |
| Do you understand the aloneness |
Of which connection has no part
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| Do you really see how I exist in life |
| Not for myself or for others who care |
| But to prove myself and my existence |
To show that I really don't care
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| Can you see why I needed to escape |
| The disaster that seemed to follow me |
| To dissociate was to not remember or feel |
And therefore to continue to be
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| Do you know what it's like to fail |
| From the moment conceived into life |
| How dreams can become nightmares |
And life a war zone almost overnight
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| Can you understand why I can't trust |
| And believe in people who claim to care |
| Do you understand my need to |
My past that says I don't dare
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| Can you understand the superficial talk |
| The defenses that for survival have to be |
| The need to be and feel completely real |
The fears that say it can't be my reality
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| Can you see there is no single identity for me |
| When the individual "I" gets lost in "We" |
| The need to function in a world |
Where others only understand "Me"
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| My friends I'll tell you |
| You mean a lot to me |
| You time, your words, your patience |
Often help me see a reason to be
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| Cries for help often go unheard |
| As we talk about the sun |
| Desperation really means |
That it seems the battle can't be won
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| Existence goes on day after day |
| As life continues to march on by |
| The desire to shoot for a star |
The inability to see the sky
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| For time has a way of changing |
| The people we once used to be |
| Truths often turn into lies |
As in time the reality we see
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| So when the question comes to why |
| Maybe I should just simply say |
| That if there's an answer to all this |
| I guess that it's just that way |
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