Open the door

its hard when its all inside and you cant bring it outside.
im in no hurry, i wait for the moment to come.
i dont force it, but when its needed i make it happen.
i try to keep my cool everytime you're around, and damn its hard

i think about it and maybe you were'nt brought up that well
do i have to understand the lack of breeding you have?
i should understand if it were my fault, if it was me who wanted it.
why understand where you came from when you really dont mean a thing to me?
well you used to be but when i turned my back and someone saw the quick switch of a smile to a glare...
you were gone.

it all heavy inside. and if i was just not thinking, id step out.
i never wanted to fit in, its never me who would let myself in.
someone opens the door for me, and walks me right in.
i am invited and not pushed in.

if i dont fit, ill find a bigger space. even if it means me being alone.
im no drama queen or emo
what i mean is
becareful with the choice of words, or the words you say because these things come back to you.
and when it does ill make sure you feel the way i feel right now.