I Can't Be Me

It's like they can't see the real me,
If that means cutting.
And you claim you're afraid it'll ruin my image,
But I can see you're more worried about your own.
Baby, when did you turn so cold?

It's a part of me,
Something I can't erase.
Telling me I can't let the real me be seen,
Is like having to hide my face.

I can't show my wrists,
I can't show my legs.
And now I can't even be open,
About the blade.
Is that really your choice to make?

I don't even know who you are anymore.
It's like the old you is shut behind a locked door.
It's like I can't even be myself,
You're more worried about yourself.

Baby, maybe we're not meant to be.
Because I can't be with you,
If thats means not being able to be me.