Sometimes I wish, that I
Could be all things they wanted me to be.
I can't help but keep my life secret,
Scared that everyone will turn, like before.
Fears that I hold inside,
They want to be let free.
Can't trust anyone, not even me,
I hate the fact that I can only dream.
I know I won't change,
Cos I don't want to lose everything I've got.
Don't want to lose the trust that they have in me,
All I want to do is pay them back.
I cry myself to sleep,
Just wanting to let all out.
Releasing the pain, the way
That fits in me.
Cutting a structure of lines,
It put the mixed emotions in a form of picture.
Image of being someone else,
Sharing everything I hide,
And letting them help me,
Without shutting them out.
I'm sorry; I hate who I am,
I don't understand the meaning to me.
