This Is Me

This is my face
On my head
On my shoulders

With eyes
And a mouth
And a nose

With a lie on my tongue
And a weight on my back
And a fidgeting twitch in my toes

But this isn't me anymore

These are my arms around you, though you're reluctant
And my fingernails I can't help but bite

And my face is in my hands
But I'll change in seconds as my smile returns
And I remember tonight

And I find that I'm me once more

'Cause this is the me that I like to be
Charisma, quick wit, and charm
But that side of me rarely likes to be in the face of causing harm

Can you see my fear as you disappear
Into someone else's arms?
Or are you unaware that the me you care for
Isn't really me at all?

This is me

These are my hands
On my arms
On my conscience

With fingers that shake while they strum
And this is you in my head
Regardless of whether I want you there
And thoughts that I try to avoid have already begun

And I can't feel myself anymore

These are my fingers typing to no avail
As I try my best to let you down
But I've just so much to do
And I can't help but force you to the bottom of my list
And block out the sound

This isn't the me I want to explore

'Cause this is the me that I like to be
Charisma, quick wit, and charm
But that side of me rarely likes to be in the face of causing harm

Can you see my fear as you disappear
Into someone else's arms?
Or are you unaware that the me you care for
Isn't really me at all?

This is me
This is me
This is me
Oh, this is me
This is me
This is me
Oh, this is, this is me

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