I think I am ordinary
you say that Iím extraordinary.
But I am just the me I am.
You think that I am willing,
know my friendship is fulfilling,
but I am just doing the best I can.
You said that its OK,
that I should have my say,
but you are just humoring me now.
You say that I am caring,
my love Iím always sharing,
youíd be surprised if I said I donít know how.
You do not see my soul,
you just think you know,
but I am not the person that you see.
I am lost and always running,
my thoughts are always cunning,
so you do not really know the all of me.