Some days I just want to cry.
Emotions explode, sometimes I know why.
Facing the day, I give it a try.
Smile at the world, head held high.
Inside, invisible, it’s all a lie.
And I’m just me. Just me.
If I could open my soul, would you take a look?
Read my thoughts, like an open book.
Would you stop reading or want to know more?
Fall to your knees and hit the floor.
Or maybe run out the door…
But I’m just me. Just me.
Fear has followed me throughout the years.
Often disguised beneath sweat and in tears.
My brain it churns like old rusted gears.
Heavy is a heart full of fears.
What a pure heart bears.
And that’s just me. Just me.
Letting go is not as easy as it seems,
even wrapped in the arms of the man of my dreams.
You cannot hear yet lest it screams,
Fearing the repetition of heart break schemes,
Or so it seems…
When you’re just me. Just me.
Petrified of accosting this wall of pain.
Those before have left their stain.
It’s not what has been lost, but what is to be gained.
And it no longer matters who is to blame.
No. This is not a game.
I’m just being me. Just me.
Of my three wishes, this wouldn’t be one.
Yet my experiences are the reasons for who I’ve become.
Fear claws at my confidence yet the fights not done.
Don’t dare count me out when I’ve just begun.
Just gonna be me until this battle is won.
I’m just gonna be me. Just gonna be me.
Because that’s all I know how to be…