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Some times I cry myself to sleep.
You don’t know what its like to be me.
I cut my arms so that I can breath.
No, you don’t know what its like to be me.
Daddy’s gone and he’s not coming back.
You don’t know what its like to be me.
Secrets engraved in my bedroom wall.
You’ll never know what its like to be me.
Cigarette burns are all on my back.
You don’t want to know what its like to be me.
Being beat with a belt for not letting him touch.
You don’t know what its like to be me.
Every night when it happened not a soul heard me cry.
You don’t know what its like to be me.
Running away to a sanctuary.
You don’t know what its like to be me.
Being locked in a closet until day is at hand.
You don’t know what its like to be me.
Being beat every day.
You wouldn’t understand.
Wishing angels were real.
No, you don’t know what its like to be me.
Going months without food.
I bet you’re glad you’re not me.
Having no place to live, sleeping on streets.
I’d be glad if I didn’t know what its like to be me.
I’m happy for you.
I don’t want you to know what its like to be me.
Do you want to know something amazing?
I never gave up as hard as it was.
I’m here to tell all who need to hear.
You’re not alone.
And I love you dearly.