when the sky falls down
and the trees are shacking with fear
when life is too hard to handle
because your hands are so fragile and clear
and the burdens on your shoulders are falling over
because your knees are buckling down
but you wanna survive
but what happens when I think about a solution
i cant think of much
suicide?
getting help? with the evil inside
that holds me back from time
but the secrets I hold
are deeper than scars
deeper than words can describe
deeper than the lies
deeper than the secret that I hide
But no one will know
even with what I tell you..
trust me baby it's only the surface