You can't hurt me any more,
I'm rid of you, I'm free.
I know better.. Hell, I know best.
And know it's you that's hurting, not me.
I'm fine feeling how I am right now,
torn in two with guilt and glee.
But I don't want you to see me like this..
Because I know it's not you who's hurting; it's me.
Every time we touched, I cried,
You made me feel so special.
Only you can see how I'm really feeling,
But I'll be just fine wearing my mask.
I know you still care about me,
You might even still love me.
But if I fell, would you catch me?
And if I was lonely, would you come back..?
