Maybe if the scars weren't so deep,
Maybe I would be able to breathe.
Maybe if there weren't lies behind every truth,
Maybe I could believe.
Maybe if there weren't memories everywhere I turned,
Maybe I could forgive.
Maybe if there wasn't hate behind closed eyes,
Maybe I could love.
Maybe if there wasn't scorn in the whispers behind my back,
Maybe I would feel comfortable in my own skin.
Maybe if it wasn't so dark,
I could see the light of a friend so near.
Maybe if I didn't feel buried,
Then I could learn to swim.
Maybe if there weren't any maybes,
I could let the whole world know my story
But until that day comes,
I'll hide behind my maybes.