Back to the real me, who doesn't give a damn
Back to the real me, who doesn't really care
Back to the real me, who lives to always hate
Back to the real me, who has given all she can share
Back to the real me, who no one ever knew
Back to the real me, I never let her show
Back to the real me, who's hidden all along
Back to the real me, who's always at her low
I tried to hide myself
I tried to be a friend
I tried to keep the mask on
But it's over, I can't pretend
I talk but no one listens
I cry but no one cares
I try to keep on this charade
Yet my sorrow always bares
They thought that it was gone
The me, who shows no pain
They thought that I was over
That I'd given up with no gain
The knife no longer befriends me
That part's over, I pray and gone
I'll fade into my daydreams
I'll no longer be your pawn
You cannot twist my emotions
And wrap me around your finger
Damn it, but that's over
Yet, the memories, they will linger
I'll try to guard my tounge
And keep myself within
Lost in my hopeless mind
I'll try to force a grin
I cannot talk, I cannot vent,
Not with the real me, the speaker
Giving up means everything
Yet my holding on gets weaker
The friendships they may linger,
But I can no longer care
Break my heart one more time
Want hell? I'll take you there
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Pretty much just sick of backstabbers.
