The Real Me

The Real Me

I’m standing limp in the dark
My skin is all bruises and cuts
I can feel the pain in me, pushing away my other feelings away
To others, when they’re angry, I think I bring them down
It must be annoying, I guess
I sometimes wish I had left
But it’s not going chase their sounds
Because I know that people treat my differently
And it hurts when they curse words at me

Confiscated pain
It’s what I have gained
With the people going at me, it’s like I’m in a game of war
People could think ‘What a bitch!’ but not say it to my face
They might whisper, “What a piece of shit,” behind my back
I’m thinking that must be the case
But that’s not the real me
So please … if you’re out there
Help me
If you really, truly, care

Thinking of losing myself
The thought of it, puts me at ease
Being through different variety of pain
It feels so right because of the tears I had shed
Maybe people, after a year or so, forget my own name
It would be like if I died
No one would show a care for me in the world
The cruel, cold, dark world

Confiscated pain –the pain you have caused me (echoes)
It’s what I have gained –it’s the price you have to pay (echoes)
With the people going at me, it’s like I’m in a game of war
People could think ‘What a bitch!’ but not say it to my face
They might whisper, “What a piece of shit,” behind my back
I’m thinking that must be the case
But that’s not the real me –real me (echoes)
So please … if you’re out there
Help me
If you really, truly, care (x2)

If you show the slightest care for me
I would be the happiest girl that ever lived
I would be free
And you would be the one person I would believe –Believe (echoes)