Under the skin

Nov 14, 2004 12:29

Now you know, you know the way i feel. The way I peel. My skin is gone and you now see that it is me. It was me all along, It was me who belongs. She is fake and is just waiting for another date. she only likes the idea of you not the real you.

My skin has disappeared and you see what has appeared. My heart which is broken, My soul which is torn. My skin has disappeared and you see what has appeared.

People say that first loves never die, But what if it was my first but not his? Would i still have a place in his heart, or would he just tear me out. Tear me from his thoughts and his dreams. Could i ever rip him out without a scream?

My skin has disappeared and you see what has appeared. My heart which is broken, my soul which is torn. My skin has disappeared and you see what has appeared.

I now know why people don't share how they feel. Why they hide in fear. Why should we have a healthy fear, when it can hold us back from what is real. The truth that may be able to set us free. Free from wondering, free from possibility.

My skin has disappeared and you see what has appeared. My heart which is broken, My soul which is torn. My skin has disappeared and you see what has appeared.
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