The real me, it's hard to see.

the things I do, they might seem to get to you.

i'm a gypsy in distress,

im a a soft hearted hidden request,

I have my days, I'm never really the same...

as these cliche dolls of the devil, that's quite insane.

I lie hidden behind this fable,

the real me... no one seems to understand or see

the real definition of a girl thats had enough, I'm feeling

stronger than the roaring sea's.