You say you know the old me better than I do.
So what is the old me?
Suicidal
Worthless
Heartless
Always feeling worthless...
Well I don't want that anymore.
I want to feel accepted,
Feel alive,
Like I'm somebody.
I want to get out of this darkness,
And to see the light again.
I want my life back.
A life where my friends don't leave every time I need them most.
A life where my parents trust me.
A life where I can be accepted for who I want to be.
A life where I don't always screw up.
I'm sick of being tired.
I'm tired of being sick.
Anger streams down my face,
Screaming to anyone who's listening.
Screaming to anyone who feels my pain,
I don't want to hide anymore.
I hate the feeling of always wanting to die for no reason.
Can someone help me this time instead of running away?
Can someone take the pills away and help me find some other kind of relief?
Will you be here for me when nobody else is?
Or will you just watch me crash?
Take my pain away.
Stop the bleeding.
Stop the screaming.
Then I finally meet you and suddenly the pain is gone.
Is love all that I needed to make me who I am?
You've made me stronger.
You've made me brighter.
You've made me more confident.
I'm no longer afraid.
But now you tell me that I've changed,
But honestly I think I have finally found myself.
This change you don't like...
Well I am who I am.
Accept me for me,
Or don't accept me at all.
