Me being weak,
Its ok for others,
But it isn't to me,
I have to be brave,
I must be strong,
The only thing I'm allowed to relay on,
Is singing all of my songs,
People have their own problems,
And only when they're fears and doubt despair,
Can my own come out,
Until then ill just be in my corner,
Trying to help the people that pass by,
Failing to hide my tears,
Loving that they cant see them fall,
When they feel better and mite be able to see my depression,
I run and leave their lives,
And continue on living on a damned lie,
"" Every things fine,
Don't worry its normal,
I'm just a little shy".
