The reall you wouldn't be afraid to tell
Me how you felt of what trouble I have started
Here today
The real you doesn't fret at the sight of anger
The real you enjoys the laughter of others
The feeling of accomplishment
The real you enjoys helpping others
Whoever you are now,
You've turned into the complete oppisit
Fretting at all that walks past you
You have cornered yourself into a dark alley way
Hissing at all things that move
This is not you
Please go back to the real you
For I miss her
For I need her
Please...
Just be the real you...
One last time?