why can't you see the piece you took of me?
the piece you took when you went away.
the piece you took when you decided to stay.
why can't you see the one I really am?
not some girl that fits in with everyone,
but tries not to; thus fitting in.
not some slut that always has a guy,
but a girl who's scared to be alone;
and just needs to be loved.
why can't you see the way you make me live each day?
the way you make me laugh?
the way you make me cry?
the ways you make me want to die?
the ways you make me love you?
the ways you make me hate you?
why can't you see,
that if you just looked deep enough
you'd see the real me.
~*~*angel*~*~