Maybe if you lied a little
Drank too much.
Maybe if you love a lot,
Always longing for that someone's touch.
You might know what it's like.
Maybe if you wrote so much,
just for someone to hear.
But they made the fact they didnt care,
so plain and clear.
You might know what it's like.
Maybe if you cut a little,
just to feel the pain.
Maybe if you faded into the background,
Maybe if you were plain.
You might know what it's like.
Maybe if you loved so much,
and then you fell so hard.
Maybe if you lived in a body,
that was beat up and scarred.
You might know what it's like.
Maybe if you were screaming on the inside,
wanting so bad for someone to hear.
You wanted to be held so badly,
but no one wanted to come near.
You might know what it's like.
Maybe if you moved from house to house,
Maybe if you were young with no place to live.
Maybe if you cried so much,
you felt you had no more to give.
Maybe you might know what it's like,
To be me ...