By Undying blusher

Spend so many moments in a day
Worrying about what others think
Driving myself crazy for no reason
As it is not possible to know
What someone else is thinking

(It’s out of my hands)

I can never know what another thinks about me
Purely by being told something he “thought�
Given that he may very well be holding back
Sparing me of feelings I already hold within
(When will this lunacy end?)

(It’s out of my hands)

No control over what another thinks about me
Cause, in the end, they’re going to think what they think
Most likely there will be nothing I can do about it
What really drives me crazy is wondering
If I have just reason for this bruising inside
Are the things they say to my face in fact lies?
Each time it seems they’re merely saying it to being nice

(It’s out of my hands)

Rather than wasting my time,
I should work on what I think of myself
After all, that’s what it is really about—
(What I think of myself…)
I just wanted to hear the truth…the words spoken aloud often can be trusted not
I wanted to know the reality…and yet I squirm
In view of the fact that it may very well hurt me
I can’t shape others’ impressions of me, most especially when I don’t know what those impressions may truthfully be
Not one bit, honestly, I have no idea what they think of me, or if they by any means pay attention to me
And I hate being so clueless
Nevertheless, I am stuck with me
So I better get used to just being my best
Since I cannot control the rest

(It’s out of my hands)

Submitted By butterfly

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