I'm dying inside,
But you want me to hide,
All this pain I'm feeling.
All these days I'm stealing,
Don't belong to me.
But truly, how can you not see?
All my pain and my sorrows,
They'll all be gone by tomorrow.
All of this will fade to dust,
But you'll move on, you must.
By tomorrow I'll be gone,
And you will carry on.
All my problems will have faded,
Even though yours were just created.
What does all this new pain mean?
How could I have not possibly seen,
That all this new pain, it's because of me,
But how could that be?
They didn't care, so I thought,
How could they love me when I could not?
The day of tomorrow, won't be my last,
Despite what I have said in the past.
So I will fight to keep on breathing,
Even though inside I'm screaming.
B.G
