For to show the world who I am inside

Would be like peeling off all of my skin

It’s easier to cover up and hide

Than to try to let anyone else in


I’ve tried to tell my secrets to the world

But I just cannot handle all the BLOOD

And I’m forced to accept I’m just a girl

That is destined to be misunderstood


Sad goodbyes and beautiful disasters

Fill me with derision for the real me

I could not, would not say what I’m after

My dreams are mysteries, only I see


That I’m a hopeless romantic, ALONE

That I know a lot more than I let on

That I wish to be free in my own home

That everything I thought I knew is gone

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