Is it me they truly see?
or is it someone else
My eyes tear filled
Yet as strong as steel
They see who they want to see

I used to wear my heart on my sleeve
In a way I still do
But the person they know me to be is not exactly true
Its like that stingy itchy feeling you get when you not sure to cry or not

That's the story of my life
I would cry and people wouldn't...
Couldn't, understand why
They beat you down and drown you with words
But it's the truth that really hurts

Now I sit here broken and alone
They still don't know the real me and I guess they never will
Because i used to wear my heart on my sleeve
I must of forgotten how to