We all hide it inside,
Letting it burn into the morning light.
Let it out? Yeah we've tried,
But it's a constant fight.
Lying in your lovers arms,
It's your only true and safe place.
You can't hear any alarms,
And you only see their face.
We have all cried and cried,
All throughout the night.
Kids are attempting suicide,
Because they feel nothing is right.
So why do they sit and observe?
They sit and watch us bleed,
And they pick out graves to reserve.
Pills? No, love is what we need.