I normally keep it hidden
With a joke and a Smile...

Its times like this
when its quiet and still...

I wish I could see myself
the way you see me...

Pale skin So delicate
One touch can bruise it...

There's something inside me
It's sick...

Her voice is thick
with unshed tears...

Fragments of my mind
Falling to the ground...

Tell me you love
me but this...

Spinning Dizzily
In a whirlwind of confusion...

All my dreams
Are just out of Reach...

Sitting there quietly
trying to watch TV...

I guess the little Pickachu
Is all that I have left of you...