I can’t stop thinking about all the things that
I see when I’m out on the road.
They tell me all their stories about their broken homes & their doubts and
I hold it so close, it’s killing me.
Call it a blessing in disguise,
but you’re not the one who feels the pain behind their eyes.
I’ll take the hit, I’ll wear the bruise,
but all I ever wanted was to be normal like you.
You say I’m too sensitive,
but that’s just the way that I am.
I can’t change.
It must be nice to know how to live without caring a bit,
but I love too much too forget,
so I’ll live with it.
Call it a blessing in disguise,
but you’re not the one who feels the pain behind their eyes.
I’ll take the hit, I’ll wear the bruise,
but all I ever wanted was to be normal like you.
God can I handle this?
I’m always in over my head & now I’m just so tired.
What is the benefit of feeling everything so deeply?
I can’t hide it, was I made for this?
Call it a blessing in disguise.
You’re not the one who feels the pain behind their eyes.
I’ll take the hit,
I’ll wear the bruise,
but all I ever wanted was to be normal like you.
Call it a blessing in disguise,
but you’re not the one who feels the pain behind their eyes.
I’ll take the hit,
I’ll wear the bruise,
but all I ever wanted was to be normal like you.