When I get home
Wash off my makeup
Take off my fancy clothes
Look into the mirror
And see myself for the first time today.
One broken girl
Is who I really am
I'm full of cracks
And soon to fall apart.
Would you love me, even when I'm so broken?
Would you keep me, even though I'm so cracked?
Or will you abandon me, when you find out the truth
And leave disgusted by the truth?
Are you willing to love the shy, broken girl
Instead of the outgoing, popular one?
Will you love me to the core
Or do you only love my outside?
Will you love my true self
Or do you only love my mask?
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
When I get home
Wash off my makeup
Take off my fancy clothes
Look into the mirror
And see myself for the first time today.
One broken girl
Is who I really am
I'm full of cracks
And soon to fall apart.
Would you love me, even when I'm so broken?
Would you keep me, even though I'm so cracked?
Or will you abandon me, when you find out the truth
And leave disgusted by the truth?
Are you willing to love the shy, broken girl
Instead of the outgoing, popular one?
Will you love me to the core
Or do you only love my outside?
Will you love my true self
Or do you only love my mask?
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