I've been broken so long,
don't know what it's like to be whole.
I can't remember what its like to be in control.
Help me remember who I used to be.
Who I am now, just isnt me.
Am I too late to be saved,
Or will tomorrow be a brighter day?
I wish you could understand.
Who you see isn't who I am.
Please, don't let this get the best of me.
This is who I used to be, not who I want to be.
Clear the cloudiness from their eyes.
For now they seem hypnotized.
The person you think you see,
Is who I used to be.
Why do you refuse to see me for who I want to be?