Still Waiting For the Real Me.
Every time I think of you
My heart is crushed
My heart is bruised
From all the hell you put me through
I can't see anyone falling in love with you.
Every time I close my eyes
I hear the sound of my own cries
Holding on to what's not real
I know I must not really feel.
Every time I go to sleep
I shiver at the thought of you
And when I should be counting sheep
I lie awake in fear of you.
Every time I think of this
I see the scars on both my wrists
And you're to thank for all my falls
The reason for my many walls
Every time you touch my skin
I feel as though I'm giving in
To something that's not meant to be
Still waiting on the real me.
Copyright © Angela Decker | Year Posted 2009
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