Cut inside

U saw the cuts on my arm
and all u do is complain
I try to talk to u
i try to explain
But the right words don't seem to come out
And when i think ive got it, ur not about
I try to show you the real cuts inside, the ones that i have really
hide.
How can i show you this whirlpool of emotions?
How can i make you see?
How can i show you wot i am feeling?
How can i show you the real me?

Its like being in a dark room
with no windows to open
You may think i am a dark soul
or i have lost all moral role
But wot i can't explain is the things that are real
The things inside that i feel

I cannot give u a answer
To any questions u say
It will just have to rest with me and stay
In my deepen heart that seems to long away
You can tell me to leave at any time
And i will close the door behind