I feel it everyday,
I see it staring back at me;
My body wants to sway.
I've let it consume me like a disease that has no cure.
Why do I let it do that to me?
"Don't be so afraid.": that is my lure.
My face is my permanent mask
No one knows my true face
No one knows that I'm not so straight-laced.
Six hearts broken over and over again
The scars from the past still burn
Took me so long to realize what I did back then.
This is my sorry to you
I will beg and plead until my knees bleed
For you to accept me once more as true.
Thousands of hours wasted on salty tears
My hands tremble at all those hard years.
There will be no more
I will become what I should
Someone who will sore.
Forgive me just this last time
And I will make sure the pointless tears are gone
I will keep my six close like a vine.