If you look, you'll be able to see
What I hope to always be.
Though, this is taking its toll on me.
The weight of the world—of everyone's pain falls on my wrists
Dangling from my sleeves
I dread I may never be relieved.
It's all my fault,
But yet not—they've assaulted me
For being too soft.
I cannot allow this to happen any longer
And though I get stronger,
I don't want to become wronger.
But without change, my heart will be slaughtered.
I carry the pain on everyone's brain that they're too afraid to let travel to their heart.
I feel their misery, quite the trickery.
I am left in mystery
Wallowing in all the agony, how do I let this happen to me?
I want to change, but I don't want to be changed.
I love who I am, I despise the way others take advantage of me.
How do I achieve being me, without this piercing misery?
I will not conform to the world, I will not become cold.
But this is getting old.
Maybe I won't change, and just stay the same.
What a real shame if they burnt me out like a flame.
I need them to remember my name.
So that they know the world isn't all the same.
I am raw, but that isn't my flaw—I won't let it be.
I will not alter myself into someone I do not want to be.
My heart is big enough to give love without fear.
So this, this is me.
My heart bearing on my sleeve.
