I always tend to hide who I am inside
I always tend to change my appearance outside
I always tend to forget who I really am sometimes.
Maybe she left
Maybe I left her behind
She couldn't keep up with this life
So I just left her aside
She was shy, she was scared, and she always cared
Someone that couldn't make it through the race of life
But me, I pushed myself towards the finish line.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
I always tend to hide who I am inside
I always tend to change my appearance outside
I always tend to forget who I really am sometimes.
Maybe she left
Maybe I left her behind
She couldn't keep up with this life
So I just left her aside
She was shy, she was scared, and she always cared
Someone that couldn't make it through the race of life
But me, I pushed myself towards the finish line.
