i sit in my room every night
in the dark,hiding from the light.
wishing and praying for something,
just one thing,to go right.

i cry at the fact
that i know in my heart...
in my soul,nothing is going to change.
all i can do is act...

and this girl that you see
she isn't the real me.

what would you do,
what would you say
if only you knew
i wasn't who i seem to be.

if i showed you
the sad soul i really am...
and put the happy one to rest,
how would you react to that?

if only you knew
how beautiful i could paint.
what wonderful roses i could create with my lovely thick red paint.

if only you knew just exactly how twisted my mind is...
and how i think.

oh,if only you knew...
maybe you could of helped me.