Hurt
the need to cry...

I don\'t know what to say
i don\'t know what to do...

Weak
scared...

Wanting
you to come...

Everyday
the same thing...

Heart pounding
palms sweaty...

You say I've changed
I'm not me...

Alone...
in a room full of people...

Tired
of being there for you...

Where moms are depressed enough to take pills
fathers abuse there kids for the heck of it...

Trust
its a small word...

I'm not looking for anything I don't need.
Sometimes it gets to me though, this sadness...