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You say that through the eyes you can see into the soul
Have you seen mine lately?

Do my eyes show all the pain that my tears can't wash away?
All the hurt that is bottled up inside - my smile is fading
I want to let you in. To believe that I can trust.
But I need to know you see me as I am, not as you see.

Ask for help. It's easy. Just pull the cord and they'll be there.
That's a lie 'cause I screamed and all that was there was me.

On who do I rely when my mind lays shattered on the floor?
Can I tell you all my secrets, even those you don't want to hear?
Will you hold my hand in yours when the pain just feels too real?
Climb inside my darkest hour?
Withstand my deepest fear?

I want imperfection - nothing less and nothing more
The honesty to be yourself, magnificent and flawed.
You are beautiful to me, I know it's clichéd but it's true
The casing insignificant, adored by others or ignored

For me the night it feels too cold
And the daylight too unclean
The heart is torn apart
By the head that turns away

Are your eyes still focused on my pain or do you see my fragile core?
That somewhere underneath there is a beauty that's still pure?
'Cause I need you to believe in me, to know what I can be
To love me just the way I am - imperfect and unseen

Rachel Studley ©2002