Where's the real me gone?

Why am I here if I'm living a lie,
Everyday I sit here just having a cry,
Telling people constantly that I am OK,
so they can smile and I'll make their day,

Pretending to be someone I know I'm not,
where's the real me inside that I have forgot?
Why can't I say what's really on my mind?
probably because I just want to be kind,

I want people to know that I'll always care,
no matter what I'm going through I will be there,
But how can I be a real friend if I'm not being me?
my pain locked deep inside so that no-one can see,

Fed up of lying, scared of losing everyone if I tell,
but they can see right through me, can't hide it well,
I'm losing everyone anyway so I'm still all alone,
might as well be miserable and face it on my own.

Copyright 2006 - Amanda Linzi