you can cry
Every thought is a battle.
Every breath is a war
and i don't think im winning anymore.
All these people who follow me in the sun
leave me in the dark
and it hurts but im used to it.
Deep inside where's nothings right,i've lost my mind.
This is where i slowly die.
I may not be perfect,but at least im not bogus anymore.
I lay in bed hours thinking about
everything i messed up in life.
I think about pessimistic things.
And im considering nobody has any concern.
Nobody ask, they dont see the mask,
and yet i still lie.
They say im not abondoned,why do i think i am?
i don't see them. The sun arrives
and the moon settles.
you might think ill be happy but i can't.
I listen to my music loud so i drown
out every sound.
Nobody absoluely knows me because im constantly hiding.
Everyday it gets harder,
the battle continues but now they got bombs.
Don't say you get it because you really don't.
And sometimes i got to pretend its ok.
You don't need to tell me im ineffective
i already think i am.
I talk to the darkness cause its all i have.
Im slowly breaking, slowly falling ,slowly giving up.
