Sitting here day by day
Every time the same old pain...

Tonight I cried
As these memories pried...

The tears fall off my face
It seems nowhere i can escape...

Walk through a river of broken glass
I can never seem to take off this mask...

Everyday she seems so tired
But she keeps trudging on and on...

All I do is help you
What more do I have to prove...

Gather all of your sorrows in a heap,
Then stare blankly at the small child who weeps...