As I look at what I am turning into
my tears start to fall
faster and faster the closer I look
I ask myself...
"why must I be like this?"
"can I change?"
"Do I need help?"
I guess thats the painful truth
To look into the mirror
is like cutting myself
painful but true...
"what am I turning into?"
I ask myself everyday
"will I alwyas be like this?"
no one cares about me
no one even knows...
that I am hurting inside
thats just the painful truth
so many secrets
so many lies
all hidden inside
cut by cut
piece by piece
i'm breaking down
thats just the painful truth
