Outside In
You dont see who I am,
You dont know who I am,
You see the outside in, and not what counts.
You dont see what youve done,
You dont care what youve done,
You see what you want and not the real me.
All you do is build me up to break me down,
The taller you get me the more fun it is to see me fall,
Those years were a lie and a trick of the heart and mind.
You took a quick, painfull blow right to my core,
You were the only thing that I adored, and you took advantage of that.
You hit me by suprise and i still havent recovored.
Now I dont see who I am,
I dont know who I am,
My shell is broken and my soul vanished,
Theres nothing left of me,
Copyright © Dylan Strom | Year Posted 2010
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