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This is what it feels to be me

This is how it feels to set it free

This is how things just seem to be

This is how I keep on being me



I can't hide it anymore

So let this story be told

So you can feel it too

Why my eyes have grown cold



Feel the scars on my cheek

And under my left eye

Running along my arms

And this heart I dare to hide



My heart was torn in two

When a love I found was true

But for her it wasn't real

As the tears she imbued



My arms were left scorned

By the fires of the night

As they burned away my flesh

Until first morning's light



Now the scars about my cheeks

Are remnants of the past

Reminders of a life

That I'm glad didn't last



And under my left eye

In the shape of a tear

Is the symbol of it all

Of why I'm filled with fear



You can't see the scars

Except my bless'ed tear

I hide them very well

And they're secrets I hold dear



This is what it feels to be me

This is how it feels to set it free

This is how things just seem to be

This is how I keep on being me