I pray to god everyday, that this fog will rise and go away, some people don't even know, that they are the reason for my sorrow, I know that others have it worse, but from what I've been through, I'm about to burst
People try to understand me, but they just don't see, that they'll never see me as well as they could with there own reality, i close up my personality, and it just sits up there like a book in an old library
Don't try to say you know me
Even if you think you do
There are always secrets and lies
Hidden deep inside
