But its not true. I'm only strong for those I love. I don't let them see me broken. I hold my composure Act as if everything will be okay
But when I'm alone at night, That's when I become weak. I am as fragile as life. I shed countless tears, My body trembles in agony, Air escapes my lungs as I hyperventilate, Until I finally pass out.
As I sleep, Nightmares torment me, They eat me alive Until I wake up with a tear stained pillowcase.
I am not strong. The people I love, They make me strong.