You're forced into breaking, while your mind is learning methods of faking.
There is no such thing as goodbye,
Just another excuse to cry.
You give me reasons to believe in,
An emotional safety pin.
It's cutting down to the core,
You wish their words wouldn't get to you anymore.
Alone and silence invade your innocence,
But darkness has a trance,
You have no stance,
Not even a chance.
It's cutting to the core,
The dead depressions begin to pour.
There's creatures crawling inside of you,
But it's okay,
It's not your fault,
You had no clue,
You were forced to face what was true.
It's okay,
I felt that way too,
Death was waiting for you on a que,
But you never knew, how everyone really needed you.
