Somtimes i wonder.

Sometimes i wonder if anyone sees
what truly is the real me
behind this fake smile on my face
i guess they just give me my space,
when they see me, do they see inside?
the side of my that wants to cry
maybe my eyes are so clouded up
its hard to notice there is no love
but there are 2 things that keep me
here the lord and my music, which
i hold so dear, if i cant take it,
wanna run away ill sit in my room and blast music all day
a song can take me from this place
only for a bit though, then i call for
his grace, and when i pray for help
from above, i find i guess there is
no love. so thank you lord, for hearing my cry when i need you
most you can wipe my eyes dry.