The T.R.U.T.H

You said to drop the gimmick
That it's okay just to be myself
I could've used these words a year ago
When I was trying to be somebody else
 
When I'd trust my heart with strangers
Only to watch it hit the floor
It was the feeling of being wanted
That kept me coming back for more
 
When happiness wasn't attainable  
and I struggled to find myself
When the "love" no longer was present
I'd find it in somebody else
 
I was in the midst of a viscious cycle  
How I was feeling, nobody could tell
I would laugh and say it was fun
But in reality I was going through hell
 
I sleep with a knife in my pillow
Protection from what I can't see
Not once have I had to use it
But it keeps me from having bad dreams
 
So please tell me what I am running from
Making everyday of mine feel like Hell
Well maybe if I took a second to realize
I'm running from nobody but myself