It's so hard to tell, what all am I going through
The rain has drenched me wet, my eyes are all blue
My lips smiles soft, as in not to give my truth away
But the emptiness creep in, the hole in my heart's doorway
It's all in a mess, my mind isn't the same
There are terrible facade of happiness, all of which is sham
The counsel of whats, ifs and all the buts
The uneasy feeling that gnaw me from inside, always in my guts
As if something is broken all from the inside, a knife that carves
Pieces by pieces it's falling apart, in shards and plenty of halves
I am my own saviour, my own hero as long as I go
There are no good mornings, no good byes, no hello
Unable to share myself to anyone, this burden gets heavy more than it should
But, even if I do, it won't make any sense, as you all fight your demons, you should
And again, its all momentarily, where I learn to fly above all these with wings
Around the silver lining, above the clouds of hope, but coming down is the hardest thing
It's getting tougher and tougher each passing day
And yet, somehow, I am supposed to feel, it didn't happen yesterday
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
It's so hard to tell, what all am I going through
The rain has drenched me wet, my eyes are all blue
My lips smiles soft, as in not to give my truth away
But the emptiness creep in, the hole in my heart's doorway
It's all in a mess, my mind isn't the same
There are terrible facade of happiness, all of which is sham
The counsel of whats, ifs and all the buts
The uneasy feeling that gnaw me from inside, always in my guts
As if something is broken all from the inside, a knife that carves
Pieces by pieces it's falling apart, in shards and plenty of halves
I am my own saviour, my own hero as long as I go
There are no good mornings, no good byes, no hello
Unable to share myself to anyone, this burden gets heavy more than it should
But, even if I do, it won't make any sense, as you all fight your demons, you should
And again, its all momentarily, where I learn to fly above all these with wings
Around the silver lining, above the clouds of hope, but coming down is the hardest thing
It's getting tougher and tougher each passing day
And yet, somehow, I am supposed to feel, it didn't happen yesterday
