[Turn The Radio Up &We'll Sing...]
I have an image tucked in the back of my mind. It somehow brings me comfort, &I can't grasp a logical reason of why. I find it easier to imagine my life in the hands of another. I'll let them do everything for me. Like a puppet, or a rag doll. Maybe I don't trust myself. Maybe I believe I'm going to screw my own life up....
It doesn't feel like I am me anymore. &it's bittersweet... because i'm not really sure who me is. Maybe i've been hiding for sixteen years. Maybe i've finally found my true self. The real me. Maybe... But, I won't get my hopes up too high. Because nothing ever works out right for me.
It doesn't feel like I am me anymore. &it's bittersweet... because i'm not really sure who me is. Maybe i've been hiding for sixteen years. Maybe i've finally found my true self. The real me. Maybe... But, I won't get my hopes up too high. Because nothing ever works out right for me.