I'm sick of being the girl with beautiful eyes
Who hides behind these countless lies
Who hides her tears with a forgiving smile
That only protects her from pain for a little while.
I'm sick of being the girl who acts like everything is okay
When she cries herself to sleep almost every day.
I'm sick of knowing that I have to hide
To keep everyone else from saying goodbye.
Why should someone be so terrified to speak
About the things that have made them weak
Why can't there just be someone who will understand
And instead of judging will just hold my hand
Why can't someone let me know that while this time may be bad
Life is too short to always be sad
I hope one day someone will be able to accept me
And create this love that I can believe.
