A Saturday night
All alone
Sitting in blue jeans and a black shirt
And he’d say I was sexy
If he could forget that I’m crazy
But I’m somehow
Less appealing
To people as of late
And what can I say?
This is who I am
Scars and fate and everything I never knew
Not to want
And my mother
She tries to hide her tears
staring into my chaos
thinking “I should have been there”
But how could you know
I was dying inside
When all you had to judge
Were my lies and my eyes?
The window to my soul
They say
The path to my heart
But a shade will pull over those eyes
Just as quickly as the glass
That reveals my secrets
And cuts so deep
in my past fears and sorrows and everything that was
That is
That ever will
Ever could be
Anything to hide
Or to fear
And you can press your ear
With a glass
To my soul
But the rumbling you hear
Is all of the truth
I’ll never let go
Because I have to have something
I have to have something
To hold on to
A Saturday night
And I sit here alone
Entertaining myself
With endless words
That never seem to mean
What they were meant to
And he’d call me sexy
If he could forget that I’m crazy
But what can I say?
This is who I am
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