It is so hard to be honest, Is it so hard to be seen
I hide behind a mirror scared to see what really needs to be
seen
Beside beauty, beside care, beside love, what is really
inside that you want to look above
To hide from it, to run away, to be scared to look back and
just say "That wasn't me"
In denial isn't the truth, it's converting what is really
you
So to hide is useless. Even though other people don't
know... you will ALWAYS be you.

              Someone Who Cares,