Woke up this morning,
with my heart on my sleeve.
I'm not quite sure,
how it fell off of my cheek.
I look into the mirror,
straight in my eyes.
Scream at myself,
dying more inside.

Woke up this morning,
it was quite strange.
You weren't here,
yet everything was the same.
It was like as if you died,
you never seemed to speak a word.
I sometimes cry,
but I've got to hide all remorse.

Woke up this morning,
with a beat to the face.
The words of cancer,
they were brought up again.
I walked into college,
with a smile on my face.
If I changed expressions,
they'd notice the pain.

Woke up this morning,
with wet pillows and sweat.
Couldn't sleep at all,
until the world was dead.
Look at myself as if I am filth,
cringe at myself feeling rather sick.

Woke up this morning,
with streams of fantasy.
Lakes of pure ice,
are purely reality.
Forced to believe that,
the only walls I see.
Will be the only walls,
I see for my eternity.