The real me
The real me
I don't know how to tell you
Without giving up
I don't know to break down my walls
Without people judging
I don't know how to cry
When i feel drained
I just need them to see i’m breaking
Without me needing to tell them
Because i'm dying
Waiting for you to see
To make me feel fine
But i know it's not your job
But i need you to see me
The real me
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