Sometimes to protect my loved ones from the truth, I run.

I do not want my flaws to come to light so I take cover from the sun.

I pretend it never happened, and leave it undone. I run, I run, I run.

Sometimes to prevent you from seeing the real me I hide.

To keep you from seeing my weaknesses I bottle my feelings inside.

To prevent any part of me from being criticized,

I hide, I hide, I hide.

Sometimes when I am tired, I fight.

But it is a fight within, so it is kept out of sight.

If you saw what I went through I am afraid that you might

See me differently so,

I fight, I fight, I fight.

Sometimes when I give up, I cry.

A long time ago I stopped questioning why.

Although I can mask it, no matter how hard I try,

I cry, I cry, I cry.

The gist of it all is that I only let you see a piece of me.

I never reveal my innermost because it is not meant for you to see.

If you really knew the truth, my fear is the person you would perceive me to be,

So I run, I hide, I fight, I cry, but most of all every day I lie.