• You people cant see the real me.
    The things i hide so you wont see.
    The tear stains and the pain,
    i would cut my self but i dont want to see you in pain.

    I want to tell you why,
    i want to say it all,
    i want to tell you why i stay up all night,
    crying on my floor.

    weeping in a small cacooned ball,
    hoping noone comes in,
    If someone did i would loose it all.
    Because the one that i spech is no the real me.

    You think im happy,
    you think i dont laught at my pain,
    i dont want to see you get hurt,
    so im forsed to hide my pain.