To much to handle: By Britney Francis, I see them pass me by, without a word they speak, they think they know my life, and how it's played out to be, but they do not know the inside, the thoughts that I do hide, they do not see the hurt, that is welling up inside, they do not see the anger, that is welling inside of me, they do not see the sorrow that they themselves bring to me, they do not see the pain that is welling in my eyes, they do not see past back when, all they see is lies, I walk down the path, knowing where I should go, but these people that pass by me, try to slow me down as I go, they think they know the truth, and what is going on in my life, but the only thing they see, is what they want to see in their minds, they see a man in shackles, bound to his mistakes, they see a man who's hated, who cannot correct the wrongs he has made, but what I see is what matters, for my blindfold is un bound, for I see the man who brought me up instead of down, I see the man who lifted me, who made me better than what I was, I see a man who saw me, who never judged me once, I see a man whom I will love forever, who will never leave me alone, I see a man who loves me back and who will never let me go, so I walk this road still more, holding my lovers hand, for if he didn't lift me up and save me, I would be lost and forever banned.