You don't know how I feel,
or how I try to hide whats real,
because I know you'll try to understand,
with this razor in my hand.
You don't know who I am,
you don't give a damn,
because you cant see my pain,
you don't see the rain.
My life is messed up,
I hide and say sup,
but inside my heart is breaking,
my soul is waking.
No one knows who I was,
and this is all because,
no one listens to my cries,
and I seem to always believe their lies.
No one knows just how I feel,
they don't believe this pain is real,
so behind my mask is where I lay,
and hope for someone to find me one day.
