It's not selfishness it's pain. It's not happiness it's grief. I'm not the girl you think I am but the one you thing I'm not. I always tell you lies that you think are the truth. I'm good at hiding what is really happening inside. The outside world makes no sense and to them I seem crazy; but who I am and how I do it makes me who I am. I hide from you, I hide from me, and in my head I don't disagree; but in my heart I know the beating keeping me alive is you. So tell me now it's all okay and I'll leave you alone. This is me and who I am. I know that I'm okay the world is just all wrong.