I was always there for you,
always there to care,
I always was the happy one,
always tries to share,
the happiness I have,
but what no one ever takes,
cause maybe I'm not happy too,
with all the tears I shed,
I hide all alone in a room,
a room the blackness consumes,
but no one sees the pain,
of what that room can do,
it doesn't kick or punch you,
or slap you with some knifes,
but what it does is worse,
it makes you watch your friends die,
when they cry and get mad,
and blame it all on you,
they make you want to cry,
so you just walk and turn,
going back to the room,
the room the blackness consumes,
