Look me in my fucking eyes, look at me and see the torment I am in.
Can you fix this? Can you fix a broken home or A lost childhood?
Just know I bottle my emotions I lie to you to keep you from worrying, I only ask that you don’t be scared of me. This feeling isn’t new at all.
My heart is not the same as yours, my love isn’t pure, and my love isn’t real. I am tainted with a past, that I have to accept and hold in everyday, Look me in my eyes and try to smile at me when I say to you “leave me alone”
You say I am a good person, I say I am so fucked up you only see the lies I show you.
How will my story be told when I am dead and gone?
Who is going to save my restless soul?