Mar 2015
On the outside, I'm smiling;
On the inside, I'm dying.
Give me a break—
I want to be flying.
My desire to stop hiding—
But the truth's terrifying.
Please stop the rain;
I'm so sick of crying.
On the inside, I'm dying.
Give me a break—
I want to be flying.
My desire to stop hiding—
But the truth's terrifying.
Please stop the rain;
I'm so sick of crying.
