Is it okay to want to quit, isnt it easier?
Day after day I put on a mask, it smiles, just for her.
If a tear slips from my chin, isnt it a sin.
I can't cry, I'm her safety. No time left for me..
A bottle seems like a perfect fit, so here on the floor I sit.
Trying to jam it all in, sadness, fear, hate. Wondering how long is too late
I see a message, it's her, no more emotions, no more whirl
Now I just...smile. I cry wondering if it will stay a while
Won't you stay a while?
