Boken, alone, and afraid.
All my insecurities are drowning me in the depth of my despair
Coming to the surface once more to remind me of the girl I used to be
The girl that used to put on a mask for everyone to see
So that when she goes home they don’t get the opportunity
To watch her break down her walls
The girl that used to envy others for being better slightly more popular than she
I find myself trapped between who I am and who I wanna be
Yet they don’t get to meet because when they do I don’t know what will become of me
And yes that sounds scary but please don’t fear me
I only want you to see clearly how I feel inside.
Crying at night while others sleep tight
Praying that one day I might get that angel sent from above
To help me figure out what way will I die.
Will I die knowing that I lived my best life I guess we won’t know till the times right.
With barely no one by my side, I can safely say that I have my pride
But slowly I find it slipping away into the black sky
Cause when that sun goes down who knows what goes around town
When the faux’s spring from limb to limb ready to put on a show for anyone as you can see this is the real me.
The thoughts that race through my mind at night
I remember when I was little that I used to dance to the sound of a fiddle
But as I got older I started realizing that being sober isn’t all that fun but I can drink or smoke cause I won’t cause a problem right?
Wrong! No, I knew I shouldn’t do the things I do but who knew that a kid with no clue was gonna end up like you
broken, alone, and afraid.