Look at me--
What do you see?
Do you see the desperate, lonely truth that I really am?
Or, do you see the happy, strong lie that I have grown to mold myself into?
Don't pity me to make the mold of that happy lie thicker and unbreakable,
because one day I will try to break free
but I won't make it...
The walls will be too strong, and I, too weak to break them.
Tell me the honest truth--
Make it so that one day those walls which I eternally hide myself behind
will disappear
and gradually fade away...
Let that little truth come out and experience the world
so that one day she can grow up.
She needs to grow up--
For life is too short to accept the apathy I'm given in place of my counterfeit words...
But what if you don't accept the weak honesty that I truly am?
Should I go back behind the wall and be just what you want
so that you will always come back and relish in the light
of that which does not really exist?
No.
Because what are you to me?
You are but just another brick in that wall from which I will
someday escape.