you asked me to
tell my stroy
you asked me to tell u why
eventhough my life seems
happy i still break down and cry
these things they just happen
i really cant explain, the reason
why behind my smile io feel so much pain
i tried to hold it in i tried to live a lie
in the end it made it worse, i did
not even get to say goodbye now i see you crying
as u look down at my grave try not to feel
so much sadness i dont think i couldve been saved