Everytime I see you, you seem to waste away
the shadows of who you were now slowly fade by day
you seem to act like nothing is wrong
but there's been something that's killing you all along
it's a tare in your heart that makes you scream
but then you seem so happy.
what do you do when you leave?
you happen to go home and roll up your sleeve
you take out the knife and slowly cut
you try not to bleed, but that's not enough
your eyes boil and your vains coil
the pain isn't enough you need to feel alive
but the odd thing is, you don't want to survive
it takes away the sorrow, but brings the more pain
but when all that is over your face is still plain
what's running through your mind
your live isn't that bad.
you have a home, you have a family. and you sill have a friend.
