Split* into different pieces
Trying to put them together,
I fail and feel so *defeated.
A caring friend is all that I needed.
They weren't there, so here I am,
Feeling bitter and cheated.

There's the me that smiles even when it's not real
There's the me that can do anything but feel
There's the me that only wants to cause pain
There's the me that refuses to accept blame
Yet deep down, I have come to meet the true me.
She's lost and confused as can be.
She's blinded by her own suffering.
She forgot the meaning of truly living.