As I'm standing here on my own
wishing there was a place called home
tears start falling down my face
leaving behind a forgotten trace
there is no reason for this feeling
the wound in my heart is to deep for healing
the scar keeps bleeding deep inside
its bleeding in a place that will always hide
after keeping all of this bottled up
there is no way for this to stop
every feeling, thought or emotion
is coming from all this commotion
you think you know what I'm living
but this isn't comfort your giving
do you really live life like your dying
do you live life wondering why your trying
everyone waiting for me to succeed
mess up, and I'm no longer what they need
this pressure wont leave me alone
so i try hard..no feelings shown