Middle of nowhere, Finally you can breathe:
The person's been through something, and starts over, she feels free again, she's alone and doesn't need to trust anyone.
Clench your fists until they almost bleed Cautiously, lightly Gently expose what's underneath:
Be strong (make a fist!), and show yourself to the world, the real you, not the mask you've been hiding behind for so long.
And even if it's real, you can't stay:
They know the real you know but you're vulnerable and you're hurting. You're still afraid they won't like the real you and your past will come to haunt you
There you go You're gone for good:
So you hide yourself again behind the mask. And you're hurt too deep now. the real you will never come to the surface again.
Your mind is swollen
From months of thought without release
Your thoughts are your thoughts only, no one will get to know them, you're locked inside yourself and you can't seem to escape. You're not happy because the people that like you don't like the real you.
And this very moment Of timid and fragile honesty Is precious and rare:
So the real you comes to the surface 'cause you just don't have the energy to hide yourself anymore (depression: No energy for life)
Middle of nowhere, Finally you can breathe: The person's been through something, and starts over, she feels free again, she's alone and doesn't need to trust anyone.
Clench your fists until they almost bleed Cautiously, lightly Gently expose what's underneath: Be strong (make a fist!), and show yourself to the world, the real you, not the mask you've been hiding behind for so long.
And even if it's real, you can't stay: They know the real you know but you're vulnerable and you're hurting. You're still afraid they won't like the real you and your past will come to haunt you
There you go You're gone for good: So you hide yourself again behind the mask. And you're hurt too deep now. the real you will never come to the surface again.
Your mind is swollen From months of thought without release
Your thoughts are your thoughts only, no one will get to know them, you're locked inside yourself and you can't seem to escape. You're not happy because the people that like you don't like the real you.
And this very moment Of timid and fragile honesty Is precious and rare: So the real you comes to the surface 'cause you just don't have the energy to hide yourself anymore (depression: No energy for life)