I can't do anything right, might as well go and hide. Sorry baby but I'm not coming another day after today, better to lie and say I'm just fine but I feel like I should give up and die. I focus and help you but the cracks in my facade are seeping through, slowly showing you what I never wanted to show you. You sit there and cry while I can't do a thing not even make a single good line to tell you how I feel inside. That we only have one life and it's so divine yet I make it trash and crumple it up, making rough drafts of a single line from a young boy that hasn't even experienced half of his life to tell anyone what's the truth behind the grand curtain.
