I tear apart often just to feel;
To feel the pain that should be real.
When deep in the darkness my heart still sees;
All the things I will never be.
I look into your eyes and I see what's inside;
With the pain that I caused, there is no place to hide.
I look back and feel that I should cry;
But instead I sit here and I wonder why.
Why is it that the story is always the same;
Why it's on me that they place the blame.
If only through my eyes you could see;
If only you could see how it feels to be me.
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