- - the real me it's not that I want to waste away or hide it's just that I've gotten used to being denied and somewhere along the way I've lost my pride the real me is sorry for letting me down it's not that I want to be the talk of the town it just seems easier to be seen as a clown than to walk around wearing a tired old frown and it's not that I'm sad about being myself I have more fun with me than with anyone else it's just that I've been burned by trusting before and I don't know if I want to trust anymore the real me is angry with the human race I don't understand why you keep up the pace and I don't share the values for things that you chase your way is not my way to a state of grace and I don't want to fight or debate I don't want to critique or hate I don't pretend I know anyone's fate I don't want to believe it's too late to find a lover a friend and a mate but I hesitate and I wait for someone in my mental state call me an ingrate when you pass your plate but I don't want to pay for a date I believe in freedom I believe in love I don't need to believe in heavens above or in hells down below to be good and kind the choice is always in my heart and mind if you don't see that you must be blind or afraid of the responsibility of choosing how to be what to do? who are you? are you cruel or kind? the real me is buried under yesterday though I do my best to live in the today no one seems to want to seem things my way so sometimes I wonder why I stay living mostly dead sleeping in my head hoping in my heart crying wake me up inside how much has not died this is where we start hoping in my heart the real me is wasting away I don't know what more I can say the real me is lonely today won't someone come out to play? � � |
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