Just beacause my heart's still beating,
Doesn't mean that I'm alive.
If you want to know the truth it's that,
I've been dead so long on the inside.
Sitting and wishing to die,
Can you really call that alive?
Crying every night, I can tell you thats not nice.
Having to hide your scars in the summer,
And the feeling of deep regret.
Not wanting to get up in the morning,
And not wanting to go to bed.
Sleeping beacause you have to,
And eating for the same,
Breathing because you can't help it,
And bleeding for a dream.
