Its my fault...
It\'s three in the morning and I am awake.
Awakened by you, turning on lights and slamming doors.
Awake but not complaining because I know you are STRESSED.
Awakened by you coming into the room, in which I sleep to turn on the television.
Awake but not complaining because I know you like to watch the shows.
Its five in the morning and I am awake.
Awake but not complaining because I am tired of the conversation it brings.
The conversation of \"If you had a job you would UNDERSTAND\"
The conversation of \"If you made money\"
It\'s my fault, so I don\'t complain.
How I want to tell you \"please be more quiet so that I won\'t be TIRED\"
How I want to tell you \"please don\'t turn on the television so I may get a bit more sleep.
How I never say anything because I do not wish to hear you complain about me \"staying up late\"
I was asleep by eleven.
How I never say anything because I do not wish to hear you say \"if you did things right...\"
I do my best every day.
If only you could see my life the way I do.
If only I could explain my ways.
If only I could explain how your judging makes me feel.
If only you knew.
Maybe then you would see that I am STRESSED.
Maybe then you would see that I do UNDERSTAND.
Maybe then you would see that I am TIRED.
I however hide...
I hide my STRESS because you don\'t UNDERSTAND.
I hide my TIREDNESS because you don\'t need the STRESS.
I hide my VOICE because you dare not to LISTEN.
Its my fault...
Its my fault that I am STRESSED.
Its my fault that I do not UNDERSTAND.
Its my fault that I am TIRED.
Its my fault...
I just want to know...
WHY?