Sick of telling everyone
that I am fine
knowing damn well that I'm not
something makes me want to scream
while at the same time
i want to curl up and die
fighting a war
while fighting one with in
trying to fine myself again
find the pleasure
in the things i did before you
yet trying to make things
seem as if nothing changed
the rears have stop
yet that doesn't mean
I'm done hurting
so done with wishing
it was a bad dream
gave you my heart, souls, mind and body
you said we were forever
yet you broke that promise
maybe it was for the better
but the sun no longer shines for me
yet you live as if i never happened
if only i knew what was
going threw your mind
