No one really knows, what's going on inside.
and you cant ever help but to break down, and cry.
Sometimes it's whats best, and others it doesn't do a damn thing.
I've got this feeling, down in the pit of my core.
Like someone punched me in the stomach.
There's a lump in my throat that I just can't seem to swollow. And then the tears pour out, until my eyes grow hollow.
You say you care, ha nice act.
All you do is fill my head with silly lies, knowing that i'll believe every one.
( sorry it isn't much of a poem.. I'm basically venting.)
