I see it, I see my life with reality.

Problems flying out to me, people thinking they can read my mentality.

Noboby knows the inner pain some hold.

Tears falling down like a waterfall, non stop it isn't easy to unfold.

They accuse and assume, but they don't see the issues, 

so instead you're home, remembering mistakes in the dark 

folding up a tissue.

Then you stop, turn the lights on, lift your head up.

You realize they think they're better than you because they put alcohol in a cup.

Who's muture now? I have my life together, might as well just take a bow.

So don't talk cause you see me and my success,

because I'm not the one who's settling for less.