The real me doesn't always smile.
Sometimes I just sit and cry.
It's gotten to a point I don't even know what I'm sad about.
I'm just sad and I don't know why.
The real me doesn't sing every correct note
Or score every goal.
I may not get all the steps to the dance right.
As the pressure you put me under takes its toll.
Just to clear things up
My life isn't as great as it seems
I mean what's the point of believing
When the closest your going to get are dreams.
And as my young skin gets cut.
And I say just one
I get sucked in and cry even more
That's it I've given up.
You've won...
