Echo

Don't think we ever really got it right

like that time my English teacher told me I wasn't good enough

you left me reeling to hold on to something real

I could hear the echo's down the hall of my past thoughts

thinking that maybe you could give me the chance I deserve

The chance to say that I was real and that you just see me

because being seen is the only thing any wall flower could ask for

the shot to show the world that I'm not just some person turning into

a piece of wall paper on a empty wall in a abandoned house on a cliff waiting to collapse

The echo's are getting louder in my head but maybe that's just me thinking that if I screamed

loud enough that you would hear me, maybe if I got down on both knees and prayed to god that

you would hear me, or at least see me as not that piece of wall paper but as someone strong enough

to sit at the table and not be a shadow in your craziest dreams, I want to be the one who holds the house up when

its about to fall, be the faith that I wish I still had.

But the echo's are getting louder and I realized that you can't hear them

Because I'm still that piece of wallpaper wishing you could hear me.