The same things every day,
Paint the world in endless gray.
Sad but pretending to be happy,
Wearing smiles that feel so empty.
Beneath the mask, the darkness grows,
A silent storm that no one knows.
Lost in crowds, yet all alone,
A fading soul, carved into stone.
Trapped in a maze with no escape
My lovely heart begins to break
With shattered heart in my hand
I try to glue them into one.
