From his inside pocket,
he takes out a smile...
Today a smile , pressure in my head
can't pick the pencil up...
Sometimes it's easier to hide
Sometimes it's easier to be quiet...
Sometimes I'm feeling pretty small
And no one's there to call...
Of light there comes no light
Bleeding me a blast of sight...
Sitting silently in a dark quiet space,
the tears and the memories all start to race...
I am holding on
when all I do is fall...
I want to die,
kill me please...
You keep asking if I'm ok
But if you could even relate...
Pains of the heart,
your one and only, you yourself...
The tears,
they come and go...
He lives his life for the world and no one else,
coming to an understanding that it will care for...