I act like I'm fine,
and evrything's OK.
To others i am so kind,
but deep down, the price i pay.
No one knows whats going on inside my head,
if they did, i don't think they'd understand,
Every night, i cry myself asleep in bed,
wondering why my life doesn't go as planned.
I never tell people anything about me,
around others i act real fake.
I cover up my pain, afraid to let others see,
afraid of the big deal they'd make.
Nothing goes as i want them too,
everything goes wrong.
Everyday, no matter what i do,
all i hear is the death song.
I think of all the ways i could do it,
to rid myself of the pain.
I could go into my room and sit,
and wait until i go insane.
I wonder what it's like to die,
as i look as all these pills.
I try to think of my happy times,
but i have very little to Neill.
Sometimes i don't think i am brave enough,
to actually go through with it.
I want to just call my own bluff,
and fall through the endless, dark pit.
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