Does anyone know the real me?
Do they know im not as happy as i seem...
I might be strong, or I might be weak.
I dont want anyone to see, what love has done to...
As days pass slowly
And weeks creep by...
A perfect line turns bright red,
with a muffled cry...
The tears streamed from her eyes
As she fell down to the floor...
Echoes in empty places
Wandering around sad faces...
Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out...
Broken
Bent...
Tears and rain;
There she stands, quiet and still...
Sometimes I am the greatest
and sometimes I am the weakest...
Why do people look at me,
like i am not worth living...
Why be colder than the snowiest season
of the year...