I know he ain't coming for me,
And he knows I'll always turn back.
Everyday a smile on my face,
A pain in my chest,
An ache to my heart,
A tear in my eye.
As a knife goes through my wrist,
I feel no more.
So I cry every night,
But I'm nowhere in sight.
I try so hard,
But my minds got me thinking twice.
Is this a race?
Because it seems like I'm in last place.
I turn behind me, and it seems like everyone has overlapped me.
And as I turn to the side lines,
I see them cheering me on.
But I let it get to my head,
I'm insecure.
Weak.
Fearful.
Insane.
Lost.
Gone.
So I cry myself to sleep tonight,
But no,
I am nowhere in sight.
