Can you feel my heart?
Do you see my pain?
Do you notice the scars
That line my arms again?
When you look into my eyes,
What is it that you see?
Is it the masquerade
or is it truly me?
I don't want something perfect;
I adore the imperfection.
I hope you know I'll need you,
But it'll never reach confession.
I don't expect you to know when,
You won't even understand why,
But I promise to continue fighting
To keep my head held high.
I'll do my very best
To be the best for you,
And in order to make you happy
There's nothing that I wouldn't do.