The Real Me

I cannot sleep, I cannot sing I know that she is suffering Come thunderstorm, it's my mistake I pushed her just to see her break 'Cause I'm a thief who steals just to get busted So trust me when I say I can't be trusted Can you see the real me Can you see the real me I'm in the darkroom, all is red Developing shots from my head The photographs are clear as fog My hands are covered by her blood I can't explain or talk my way around it I don't know why I searched for hate and found it Can you see the real me Can you see the real me Can you see me Can you see the real enemy I recall, 8 years old I was lost inside a shopping mall And it hurts the same way I'm as lost right now as I was that day Can you see the real me Can you see the real me