To see is to believe
but i see inside my mind
i picture a better life
should i believe my own lie?
its hard not to cry
when i wonder about
what happens to
the souls that are locked out
thrown away
dicarded
i will be discarded
if it is possible to dicard myself
i will be disowned
but only by my own heart
tears dont dry
they stain
forever wet and warm
to remind me of my pain
forever on my cheeks
to remind me every day
when i look in the mirror
what do i say
i say to my self
so that only i can hear
i say to my self
tears are my one true fear
