You ever want to know about the state of my mind?
Walk into my house and tell me what you find
You would probably find my emotions scattered on the floor
And a trail of tears leading you to a lock door
In that room is where the real me lives
I locked him away for what he did the world cannot forgive
I can hear him at night screaming and crying
Saying I am sorry to his heart for ever trying
I wish I could let him out, I wish he could be with me
But they say time heals all wounds so I guess we’ll see
So for the time being I am the best you’re going to get
For the appearance of my true self isn’t something I’ll let