The Real Me by Natalie Grant

foolish heart looks like we're here again

same old game of plastic smile

don't let anybody in

hiding my heartache,

will this glass house break

how much will they take before i'm empty

do i let it show, does anybody know?

CHORUS:

but you see the real me

hiding my skin,

broken from within

unveil me completely

i'm loosening my grasp

there's no need to mask my frailty

cause you see the real me

painted on, life is behind the mask

self-inflicted circus clown

i'm tired of the song and dance

living a charade,

always on parade

what a mess i've made of my existence

but you love me

even now

and still i see somehow

CHORUS

wonderful, beautiful

is what you see when you look at me

you're turning the tattered fabric of my life

into a perfect tapestry

i just wanna be me

CHORUS

and you love me just as i am

wonderful, beautiful

is what you see when you look at me