Feels so easy to move on these days Is it growth or I'm changing my ways Everyday's like a new play of Déjà vu With the same way of going through We do so many things just to please Having hope to put our minds at ease People trust you more than you believe At times you mess up what they give They say they are willing to enlighten But they speak more than they listen I feel like the whole system contradicts I'm lost and my esteem has conflicts I would like to speak for every one else But their hearts may be in a different place. I feel like water on ice, letters on dice Or a coin with no value set as a price I hear "I love you" but I don't feel loved I hear the praises but I don't feel raised The desire to give is lost in the pressure Even if I'm to give, I lack what to share I would like to critic but who am I anyway I'm confused but "you're unique" they say Being afraid of what I don't understand No one to explain so my head...