If life was a dream,
this would all be so much easier,
I wouldnt feel guilty,
not silly or proud,
or run in to the ground
because if this was a dream,
I would know I could wake up,
that it would all go away,
and I could go play,
like the happy person I wanna be,
free of all this misery.
I'm psycho thats true,
I cant help but show my true colors,
whatever they may be,
I'm showing them to you,
without hesitation,
without guilt or greif,
its time you all meet,
the true me,
its time you all see my true colors,
and if I let you all in,
I might not feel so pinned,
like a butterly cought in a net,
I feel so much regret,
night and day,
I'm cought in this fray.
But do you all understand?
how much this means to me?
how much strength its taken?
to show my self to you all naked?
naked of all my lies,
naked of all my diseptions,
clean of all my wounds,
because now I'm peiced and glued,
all because of you,
the one person who saw through my hate,
all my shadows that hid my face,
my beauty within,
so now I want to start over,
be the happy person I knows inside,
it was there all the time.
I might even laugh,
if I knew this was true...
but its all just fake,
I'm lying to my self again...
I dont posess the strength to let you all see,
the truth of all my being,
only one or two will ever see,
my face without the mask,
my beauty within,
once traped,
now free,
if only it could be. |
