I cant tell if its snowing
or its just the rain
i cant tell if its my tears
from all the constant pain
am i standing in the sunlight
or is the moon still out
am i trying to end my life
or is my brain and heart in a fight
is this the day i planned to live
or the day i planned to die
is this where i take my stand
and never tell a lie
or is this where i sit and mope
about the little things
or from where i get my hope
and make the better things
where is the line from moving on
to where i want to be
where do i know I've gone
and where I'm going to be
when is it my turn
to touch the silver moon
when do i get to learn
to never let go so soon
why cant i smile
when everyone is laughing
why i cant i take that mile
and praise myself too
you tell me that I'm great
but I see only a puddle
why is this a debate
when the reflection is me
but the rainbow is lost on me
as i look at my reflection
the beauty of life lost on me
while i ponder little things
