Look deep into my eyes.
I dare you.
I hope you won't be frightened,
I didn't want to scare you.
Ask me of my past.
I just might tell you.
I hope what you hear,
doesn't make you want to leave.
Take a good look at my arms.
Do you see those scars?
Please don't cry for me,
they didn't hurt at all.
I am anything but ordinary,
you know that I'm not simple.
So many things race through my head,
you couldn't possibly understand.
Could you?
As darkness falls upon this city,
I am haunted by my dreams.
These nightmares strangle me,
and pull me in deeper.
I wake from my screams,
and cry myself to sleep again.
I wake, wanting you to be there,
Wanting you to hold me,
and tell me that everything's okay.
That there's nothing to be afraid of.
I'm sorry if I confuse you,
and if I complicate things.
I'm sorry for the way I am,
the things I say,
and, the scars on my arms.
I'm sorry if I ever hurt you.
I really do love you.
I'm sorry for being afraid.
