I always feel like I’m waiting
Waiting its so frustrating...
What we Give
I seek something...
I'm tired of pretending
that everythin's OK...
Always have to sit there
pretending to be happy...
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to think...
Every time I lye awake
After every pill I take...
I’m lying here,
Blank...
Can you tell?
Can you tell she's afraid...
A troubled mother walked through the bathroom...
Saw her distant daughter lying on the floor...
I carry this cross in a solemn vow
that everything before me will revive itself back...
There she lay,
her matted hair on her soft white bosom...
Just normal teenagers going out One night
Thinking that nothing would go Wrong it would all...