I don`t know why I bottle it up inside, I really don`t have a place I can hide. Writing all this down to let it out, even though I have no idea.... what it is all about? Angry at myself for letting people push me around, Yeah I wish I were six feet in the ground. That way I would just be rid of myself, then you can put me on my own shelf. You think you know me, but do you really? The way that sometimes I can be silly. That is just me on the surface... You cant see all the anger and pain inside, that is all the bad stuff that I hide. You want to know me, then walk in my shoes, then you will know why I always have the blues. That is why sometimes I cant sleep, then there are times when my mind gets so deep. Why do i feel like a doormat? Sometimes you make me feel like that. Sorry that I never told you so, is it time for me to just go? Get as far away from you as I can, maybe I will find the real man. The one that has been bottled up inside, and the one that no longer wants to hide.