We Became The Mad Men

Change

I used to call myself tough - Like cement on the outside with a rotten center

Writing in my little notebook about how I don't know how to be soft

Now I think that's all I know how to be

Sensitive and soft with a bare heart

Everything they say gets to me - And all I can do is stutter back

Ditched my rough facade - that I adopted for survival - for a dark but cutesy exterior

Which led me to wear my heart on my sleeve

How did I become this? How did I change so easily?

It's been years, and yet I have trouble comprehending myself

I wish they could see me now - I'd kill to see their faces

Or even just my own