Songs I Wrote

I Could Be Fixed (Old Song)

Verse 1: Look at me. Broken. You can't see it, but if I told you you wouldn't care. Just for once can you actually be there? I give up on letting them see me. What's the point if they ignore me? I don't know who I'll be. I can't see me being anything. I am just lonely and I can admit that I'm not perfect. I am broken. I am selfish. I seek attention more than anyone I know.

Chorus: I think of the ones that keep me strong. People that have helped me all along. When he looks at me it gives me hope that everything would be ok. That pain can just go away. That scars can fade. Your eyes told me lies. I thought I could be ok and things will be ok. People say I should stop saying these things over and over. I would if anyone listened. He keeps me strong. In his arms I belong. My mother helps me too. My family is there to keep me here. Now the holidays are coming around. I just wonder what if I could be fixed?

Verse 2: I've been strong all along. My breaking point is near. Questioning why I'm here. Saying the same story over again until I run out of words to say. Being ignored makes me wanna yell, but I can tell why I'd be ignored. I try not to care. I try to keep my cracks inside. If I told you I'm not broke then I lied. I try to fix myself, but I can't do this alone. I need him. I need them. I need you. I try not to remember what I've been through. I realize I'm my own fear.

Chorus: I think of the ones that keep me strong. People that have helped me all along. When he looks at me it gives me hope that everything would be ok. That pain can just go away. That scars can fade. Your eyes told me lies. I thought I could be ok and things will be ok. People say I should stop saying these things over and over. I would if anyone listened. He keeps me strong. In his arms I belong. My mother helps me too. My family is there to keep me here. Now the holidays are coming around. I just wonder what if I could be fixed?

Verse 3: I know what's tearing me inside, but you don't see. I'm not me anymore. I feel everyday I'm changing. Everyday I'm more closed than the next. I fear that I'll lock myself out and never be seen again. I don't know if that's exactly a bad thing. Feeling worthless isn't a good feeling when all you're seeing is people not appreciating all that you don't have. She is mad. She has a boyfriend and more friends than I could ever have. I just don't think she deserves to be so mad. Every post is an angry face or a picture of her and her boyfriend in some place. Life's not a race, but she won it.

Chorus: I think of the ones that keep me strong. People that have helped me all along. When he looks at me it gives me hope that everything would be ok. That pain can just go away. That scars can fade. Your eyes told me lies. I thought I could be ok and things will be ok. People say I should stop saying these things over and over. I would if anyone listened. He keeps me strong. In his arms I belong. My mother helps me too. My family is there to keep me here. Now the holidays are coming around. I just wonder what if I could be fixed?