Many nights I lay there alone wondering why I’m even here,
when the pain of my life seems to surface with fear.
I never meant to mess up the things in life that made sense,
I never meant to yell at people I loved and be tense.
I hate the fact that I’m hurting everyday,
I hate the fact that nobody can help me, not in any way.
If only you knew the real truth about me,
then you wouldn’t get quiet what you see.
I may play the act of having it all together,
the girl with a plan and a choice for whatever.
But inside I’m a lonely person without charm,
the type of girl who resorts herself to cutting her arm.
I can’t change the way I am over night,
I won’t be perfect, and I won’t always be right.
So let me sit back and clear my mind from all the pain,
why have I let this happen to me again?
