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by Ripple Feb 19, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Now the pressure builds as i sign on the net Pretending everything is okay When it really isn't You ask me if I'm fine I answer back yes When i actually drown my sorrows in a bottle of wine I cant handle the taste when I'm out with others I feel so fake Like I'm someone under cover When they stop me in the halls and ask me if I'm alright I turn around say I'm fine Well i am until it gets to night The moon is my only comfort... shining down on me But sometimes the clouds close in And i can barely see When the rain is falling...I'm barely there Because all the crimson chain is dancing And no one seems to care This is the ultimate test... to talk to people i know And fake my whole life As if to put on a theatrical show Pretend everything is just fine Its like no one is home Just to have myself back.. and forget the rough times