I'm sorry I stopped
What had barely begun.
But you liked the girl,
Who's life was all fun.
You didn't know the real girl that you liked,
Who's everyday chores were so filled with strife.
I really did like you,
But who really knew?
You knew my other side,
The side that could never be me,
ANd I can't stand to let the awkardness be.
So I'm trying to tell you now.
You never knew the real me.
The real me
Who bled almost every night,
Who cried on the inside.
Th real me is a cutter,
Addicted to her razorblade kiss,
Falling so heavily upon her wrist,
Cause such a big mess.
The real me can't stop,
At what she does best,
Letting the blood flow out at last.
The real me craves sleeping pills,
Just another addiction,
Head for the hills,
The $hit hit the fan.
So I'm sorry you could never know the real me,
But please know,
It was not my plan for this to be.
