throw it all away

honesty is too much.
it asks for too much out of me.
which is why i never am.

is being honest that hard?
i don tink so.
yet why is it for me?
why indeed.
its because i have too much to hide.
its because theres too much i don even understand.
its because theres so much i'm afraid of facing.

could i live an honest life?
seriously, no.
i'd die from trying.
which is pretty much why my life is build on lies.
lies upon lies,
till the lies i could believe is true.

and when people ask me,
ask me anything at all.
i'm all but too afraid to speak the truth.
cos i cant. i don want to.
almost like a damn hermit,
i coil up, and hide.

why?
cos the scars won fade.

i tear my heart open, i sew myself shut.
my weakness is that i care too much.
my scars remind me that the past is real,
i tear my heart open just to feel.
- scars, papa roach