Sitting here going through the motions, not realizing you are watching your life,
Pass you by and you have done nothing.
Everyone just smiles, pretends that they are the happiest people.
You just fake your smile and say you are fine, everyone believes the
"I'm fine" or the "yeah, I'm good."
Moments you believe you are fine, but you really aren't.
You are actually dying a little but inside each day.
There is that one person who sees through it.
They find you crying behind a closed door with a razor sitting next to you,
With blood dripping off of it, and an empty bottle of gin,
You want to throw against a wall.
You just stare with black tears running down your face,
They look at you and try and hug you and tell you it will be okay.
You know in your heart it never will be okay.
