So afraid to say what I don't mean, That I sometimes end up not saying a thing. Afraid I don't know as much as it may seem, Afraid because I don't always understand the way I think. I'm unaware of whom made these decisions, The ones I find that I now live in, Wake up the same but everything's shifted. And the part I find most confusing is me, How is it even I don't know what I need? Afraid to write songs in case I write out of key, Or sing the same thing on endless repeat, Just playing through chords with no sense of beat, Afraid to feel what I feel before knowing what I think, To accidentally say what I don't really mean, and in doing so find that I can't trust a thing. Don't get too close, but don't stay away. And in all of it my dear, Don't forget to be brave. Because while yes it is true that I am afraid, In bravery lies the strength to speak anyway.
I admire you. The way you aren't afraid. And have so much to say and dance in a group and alone the same way. You fascinate me. Inspire me. Intimidate me. I heard you think I'm beautiful, but you don't show it. Maybe it was a rumor, or maybe you've changed. But I just wanted to say I think you're beautiful either way.
Hiding behind the mask of shame and pain I pick on you just so I can build my confidence and look cool Who will help me to unmask my pain and show my true self to the world? I hide in the hole of my mind waiting for someone to care enough to see through my game. I hurt people because I’m hurt; I pick on you because I was picked on I suffer in silence only to spew the nastiest thing that my ego dispels from my soul Can’t you see that my venom masks my pain? Help me too; I am the victim who only knows pain and anxiety Everyone helps the victim; can’t you see that I am a victim too? Can’t you see that my hurt takes shape and camouflages what lies beneath? Can’t you see I hurt too? Tell me who helps the bully? Is it you? Do u have time to help me? No one will I guess u think that I’m a lost cause as well? I’m not a lost cause I am a worthy cause Who will help the Bully?
If you can get me to admit that I that I need love too then you have done your job Help me see that I am worthy, that I can be confident without causing pain Help me to love myself, that's where most of my pain lies. Help me; forgive me so that I can forgive myself. Who will help the bully; is it you? We are victims too Who will help me see that my future can be bright too? Who will help the bully is it you?