I have spent five years in hiding
And now I am slowly coming out.
I am a victim of my insecurities
I am a slave to my doubts.
I long to be held and touched,
Have the beauty within me set free,
The spirit within my soul unlocked.
Please God give him the key.
I need to see myself through him,
An image not distorted by me,
My own mirror never tells the truth,
I cry at the shadow I see.
"Stop throwing sticks at me"
"Stop throwing stones at me"
The shadow screams, throws the mirror
But I can't seem to stop me,
I can't seem to stop me,
I scream but my soul cannot hear.
I want to know what she has that I don't,
I'll buy it with all that I own.
Let me experience what she does,
Let me eat off her plate.
I'm starving for love outside home.
Why can't I be the beauty?
Why can't I be beloved?
I'd kill to be in her place,
To feel what it's like to be a woman
With admiring eyes on my face.
With her I am only a shadow,
The accessory to her beauty.
They hold her and touch he,r
Admire and clutch her
While I remain unseen.
Sometimes it is hard not go back,
Crawl deeper into my shell.
But I have hope in my dreams,
That one day he will see
The beauty there is when I'm me.
