peopleing

People running, people crying People having a hard time They are peopleing while I just am Am I wrong or am I lying to myself, am I denying The fact, that I'm not one of them I feel like an alien in disguise So much that I don't understand I hope they don't see it in my eyes So I can go on to pretend They have thoughts, they have feelings They have so much they belive in Their freedom, nationality and god Do they see what I'm not seeing Did they find a hidden meaning At least they have found what they sought I wish I had something to strive for Something that makes me cry I need something in my life That makes it hard to say goodbye People laughing, people smiling People having a great time They are peopleing while I just am Am I right when I'm suspecting That I am neglegting The fact that I'm not one of them I feel like an alien in disguise So much that I don't understand I hope they don't see it in my eyes So I can go on to pretend Go on to pretend