​The real me

Would you still love me if you knew the real me,

And not just the person I pretend to be?

The me with the baggage and emotional damage,

The me with the heart and soul thats been ravaged?

The me who struggles to open his heart,

The me who seems to tear things apart?

The me who can’t seem to let go of the past,

The me who can’t seem to make anything last?

Would you still love me if you knew the real me,

Or would you just leave and let me be?