The Real You

You're not a writer, you never were You found other ways to prove your worth If you find a way to have it all Make sure you write to me (I'm at the same address, I just don't live there anymore) The real you wouldn't be scared She'd know the world against you is all in your head The real you would get out of bed And forget about the things, the things that were never said You're never quiet, let it be known That when you tire, it starts to show You say what you feel unless it's alone You'll need double that to let your creativity grow The real you wouldn't be scared She'd know the world against you is all in your head The real you would get out of bed And forget about the things, the things that were never said And forget about the things, the things that were never said The real you wouldn't be scared She'd know the world against you is all in your head The real you would get out of bed And forget about the things, the things that were never said And forget about the things, the things that were never said