What They Don't Know

I sit on the edge of my bed,
wishing it would all just end.

On the outside, yeah I seem normal with any other hope or dream like anyone else.

What they don't know is on the inside.

How I die just a little bit everyday,
waiting for the bottom to fall out.

Everyday I find some other excuse to give up completely.

On the inside I cry black tears from deep down within my soul,
that's what they don't know.

Just like any other human being who wants to live.

I just want to die.

That's what they don't know is on the inside.