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The Real Me


Always chasing

Dead dreams

Roads that lead

You nowhere fast

Heading straight

Into the past

You remember me

As I was

Back then

Back when

It was simple

Back then

Back when

It was easy

I wish

You could remember

Me now

 

You mean well

You don't understand

When I say it hurts like hell

When you take my hand

And pull

Push it out

The ugly

The scarred

The damage in me

Shut your eyes

Pretend you can't see

Always running

Turn your cheek

Act as if it isn't there

Until I leave

And you're alone

Searching

For what never was

Never could be

You and me

Lost in the dust

 

You want it

So bad

You can't see

The ground

Beneath

Your very feet

You can't see

What you don't believe

And if you don't see

The real me

We're going nowhere

Your head

Lost in the clouds

If only you knew

If only

I could get to you

Get through

 

So believe 

What you will

What you can handle

I'll keep breaking

Right in your very hands

Right before

Your very eyes

Just keep selling me

Those pretty lies

Just keep telling yourself

I'll be fine

In time

We'll make it out alive

But what kind of life

Is it just to survive

Tell me

Baby boy

 

What kind of love

Do you want

Because

The kind we got

Is smoke and mirrors

Me hanging on

You searching fog

Hunting me down

Let downs

Heart break

If I had the strength

The courage

I would tell you

You may love me

But you never had me

If you can't see

Can't love

The real me

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