It’s not me, it’s you.

I wish you knew me as I am

and not someone with shaking hands

I’ve never been the type to lose

but there is no use loving you

 

I wish you knew me as I was

and not someone with dirty paws

I’ve never been the type to bruise

But it’s not me that’s hurting you

 

I wish you knew me, as I knew you

I see the darker shades of blue

I’ve never been the type to open up

I shared it all with you

 

I wish you knew me as I am

and not someone with shaking hands

I’ve never been the type, neither have you

I can’t keep fixing you.