Nobody knows the real me,
And if they did,
I would be surrounded by pity,
’Cause no one has seen,
The mess inside of me.
I can’t keep it in much longer,
But it hurts so much to remember,
If I don’t get it out soon,
I will surely break.
The mess inside of me,
Wants to be cleaned up,
And the only way to do that,
Is to get my story out in the open.
But to do that,
Would drag out painful memories,
Which I am not yet ready to face,
So won’t you look into my eyes,
And see the mess inside of me?
I need your help,
Because this mess,
Is to much for me,
To bear alone and in silence.