She tries to pretend shes okay

She's dying,
she's crying,
when all you see is smiling,
that's when you know,
shes lying.

My blood runs like rain down my skin and all I can say is,'I'm sorry.'

Depression is the direct result of repression.

How can you see me so clearly and miss that my heart is hollow?

Tomorrow is just another broken interpretation of today.

You know how you always say,
tomorrow is another day?
Well,
it's not.

Give me up, I did my best.....

In my mind my thoughts are scattered now im here n nothin matters

frm my peoms within a shattered heart

Why is it that the second I get over you
You come back into my life saying that you [miss] me
Saying that you [need] me
Then I let you back in
just for you
to break my heart all over again.