Too many questions
Too many answers
Too many choices to make

Too much time to think
Too many people I could hurt
Too much to do
Too much to say...

Too many secrets
Too many friends who could find out
but would it matter anyway?

What a night is tonight
It's starting to rain outside
Why aren't I crying?
Shouldn't I be?

My life is a living hell
Even though
I already know it's wonderful

But my life is a burden
People care too much about me
Why don't I care about them?
Why am I like this?
Why do I hurt them?
Why?

I've too many issues
and yet I can't share
I've too much love,
too much care

But my mind is racing
and my heart is pounding
When I think about those I care about,
Do I actually care?