The Real Me

I cannot sleep, I cannot sing
I know that she is suffering
Come thunderstorm, it's my mistake
I pushed her just to see her break
'Cause I'm a thief who steals just to get busted
So trust me when I say I can't be trusted

Can you see the real me
Can you see the real me

I'm in the darkroom, all is red
Developing shots from my head
The photographs are clear as fog
My hands are covered by her blood
I can't explain or talk my way around it
I don't know why I searched for hate and found it

Can you see the real me
Can you see the real me
Can you see me
Can you see the real enemy

I recall, 8 years old
I was lost inside a shopping mall
And it hurts the same way
I'm as lost right now as I was that day

Can you see the real me
Can you see the real me