Strangers With Familiar Faces

I know you or knew you
it has been a while that surely is true
how have you been?
since the last time we were face to face like we are once again
this is my second chance
so will we change the melody and the way we dance?
I've learned how to be nice how to talk and how to live
I now have so much love to give
standing in a sea of familiar faces
all the memories that I've been running from, it's still me their chasing
maybe this is my nightmare my dream, that I have been having since I moved from here see?
the sins of my past chasing me
I was cruel and mean
I was the nastiest girl you could ever imagine or see, but I was not all that I did seem
I was hurt and angry too
but under all that I was so depressed and blue
no one seemed to care that I was hurting, no one heard my silent cries
or how much I believed every one of their lies
I was nothing, I was ugly, they told me I should just do the world a favor and die
and no matter how hard I did try
no one ever saw the way I would hide and cry
so young and so alone
drowning in tears I'd cry all on my own
so much death and misery had my little eyes had seen
none of them could even imagine my pain, when I would hide it so carefully, I wasn't what to every one I once did seem
I wasn't angry I was sad
I was hiding to cry, not hiding because I was pouting or just simply mad
some tired to help me
but I was already dying on the inside
they stopped trying and just let me run and hide
I wanted to be strong
I never wanted anyone to ever learn what was really wrong
some times through my armor, my pain, it would show
it is no wonder that no body knew for how could they ever know
for when my armor would break
to my feet the path of running I would take
it wasn't easy to care about me
who could love someone who acted so angry? who could ever love the little girl that I used to be?
no one knew what I was going through
when I was a kid it is true
I was a liar and a thief
of meanness I used to be the chief
no one wanted to look close at me
other wise why couldn't anyone see?
how my pain was literally destroying me
no one could teach me how to express myself
so I stuffed my feeling inside me in a jar on a shelf
I didn't have no body to save me
though it was just from myself I needed to be saving