~ Untold Stories ~

~ Sky Of Blue ~

I don't know how I still do it.

How do I still think straight
How can my legs can carry all this dead weight.

How can I speak.
Without sounding incredibly weak.

How I can make people believe I'm okay.
How I can seem happy, when I'm always pushing people away.

It's a miracle I'm still alive.
Still taking this life for a test drive.

I'd rather feel pain then nothing at all.
But I can't handle the break, after the fall.

Why to people stick around.
When all I do, is drag them down.

I'm insane I will admit.
One thing goes wrong, and I'll throw a fit.

Why I'm still here I'm not sure.
Everything is just one huge blur.

Why are you still here.
Why do you stay and dry every tear.

You know if it weren't for you.
I'd be flying in the sky of blue.