On the inside I see myself
Too small, too fragile to be
I'm afraid to let myself
So I'm sorry, you don't see the real me
Facing the wrong side in the world
- I guess it should bother me -
But I don't care anymore
I'm sorry, I don't know who she is
[ the real me ]
I don't fight anymore
Against the pushing black crowd
It doesn't matter if they make me drown
I'm sorry but I don't have anyone to hold on to
- hold me, she whispers -
I can't be if I can't
My eyes close if I need to cry
I just can't show you who I am
The real me is me
- but she is way beyond what you see -