i
pack it on, pretend i'm happy, but its
killing me
inside
and i know i've worked too hard, and
come too far to give it all up
now,
so i'm just waiting for that moment when my
tears will all
subside
but i'm enclosing much more
sadness then
my body will allow.
i know that my life seems
like its the only one that's going right,
but deep inside my thoughts are
filled with self-hatred &
dispair.
and i'm always there to help them out and get
them through
the night
but when it's me holding the
knife, i don't see anybody there...
partly inspired by my
best friend since kindergarten. im so sorry for what we put you
through,
i know your hurting too. i really do care.