I want so badly to share all of my secrets with you.
I want you to look at me the way you used to, when I was just little and nothing had come along and ruined me yet.
Now you know me and I can't help but be myself and be honest, and I can tell everything has changed. When you look at me, I can see the wheels turning and I can tell you're still searching for me.
But I'm here. I didn't go anywhere, I'm still right fucking here. And I need your love more than ever before - certainly more than I did when I was still perfect.
Sometimes I try to tiptoe around the house because I want to talk to you so badly, but everything I say is ridiculous and makes you sad for me.
I just wish somebody could love all of the ugly and imperfect parts.
