I guess I didn’t notice I loved you until you held my hand. I didn’t know you loved me until my friend told me what you said. But you don’t know me. You know me….but you really don’t. You think I’m perfect because that’s how I display myself. I make sure I smile and laugh. I make sure not to show any emotion I would regret latter. You just think you love me. You don’t, truth me. Once you find out, you’ll change your mind…they all do.
But if you want to know the truth, fine:
Yes, I do have scars I hide.
No, I’m not the girl that’s going to fuck you over.
Yeah, you’re right…I do have a lot of problems.
Yeah I do lie to almost everyone I know.
Yes my dad was on drugs.
Yes my mom used to beat me.
Yes I used to have anorexia.
Yes I am a virgin.
Yes, I’ve been in love.
Yeah my heart is broken.
No I don’t know if you can fix it.
Yes, I’ll be your everything if you want me to be.
But…
Truth is I’m not happy.
I’m not the all around nice girl.
I’m not your perfect image.
You know what I am? Because I have no clue.