He fronts like he's fine, when he's really not okay . |
When you feel broken inside |
Outside, i seem okay . |
Im a mess, but im okay |
So wrapped up in "what to do" |
What am i suppose to do? |
And she pours all she has into that heart signed with your name; built in regret; & laced with pain. |
& now im fighting myself to remember |
Its something in the way he says my name |
You hold my whole world in your hands, |