I know that I'm broken.
I know that you'd like to fix me.
But the wounds are tender,
Sensitive to the touch.

I hide my secrets very well,
Though my eyes reveal,
What you cannot see,
What's buried deep within.

Listen closely.
Did you hear that?
All those screams,
That come from inside my head?

You can hear them loudest,
When my eyes fade to grey.
When I've fallen silent,
When I'm in dismay.

You see the best in me,
Trying to bring it out.
But that girl is gone,
Never seen since.

I promised I'll try again,
And that I will do,
But trust me when I say,
It won't ever be the same.

Why don't you go,
For someone who's better?
Why fix something that's broken,
When you can get something unused?

You know I love you,
I just want the best for you.

But am I the best thing for you?