Inside My Head
All my fears that run free, Round, and round they go inside this head of mine.
I refuse to let them see ,
Straight into me.
All my fears that run free,
Round, and round they go inside this head of mine.
They can’t see what I hide,
Which is why they confide.
All they do is judge
So why should I hold a grudge?
None of them see the true horrors in me,
Most think I have no debris
From what goes on inside this head of mine.
The one I confide in leaves,
So now I lose belief
That anyone will ever understand me.
It may not seem it but things do go round inside this is head of mine.
Things most would not imagine to rewind.
But it seems I have no control
For they overrule.
Not everything is at it seems,
I just wish she could see without dreams,
What goes round inside this head of mine.