Believe

Just kinda needed to say this one; everyone seems to think I feel one way, when I really feel something completely different...

Believe

At the end of the day
I sit here alone
In quiet reflection
Outside of my home
Patiently I'm waiting
For the breaking of night
And desperately hoping
That tomorrow, everything is alright

Playing the poor tortured artist
Week after week gets old
But the constant misinterpretation
Has left me feeling so cold
You may think from the words you read
That you know what is really inside
Trust me when I say, you have no idea
Everything you thought was a lie

I'm not really stuck
In the hottest of months
My life has moved on
Moved on from July
I've played that game once
But I won't play again
That old metaphor I used
Has gone stale in my mouth