The real me is somewhere deep inside.
The real me likes to hide.
For I am afriad to be rejected.
All I want is to be accepted.
Its good you can't see the hurt in my eyes.
A tear falls but then quckly dries.
You'll never know the pain I feel.
I spend my days wishing you weren't real.
I want to forget,I want to move on.
I want all the pain I feel to be gone.
I'm sick of feeling sad and I want a hapyending.
But for now I'll put on my smile and keep on pretending.