Is It Me - The Living Tombstone

Smiling, relaxing, as if I

Jolly and loving, getting along

Happy, happy, always happy

Grinding down my teeth, though nothing’s wrong

Is it me, am I wrong for not conforming?

My chance at life has passed but always comes around

And can I be at fault for falling?

Look me in the eye and tell me to calm down

Nodding, composing, or am I?

Patiently waiting my turn to speak

Orders, orders always ordering

Prodding and pushing me to my peak

Is it me or is anger all-consuming?

My chance at life has passed but always comes around

How can I be at fault for falling?

Look me in the eye and tell me not to shout

Is it me or is darkness fast approaching?

It’s getting crowded and it’s hard to catch a breath