Maybe that message,
Is the last one we'll ever send,
Maybe them last words,
Are the last we'll ever see.

Because these hours alone,
Thinking more than I should,
Unable to stop,
Will be the end of me

What would you do if you knew,
That when you left,
I stop.

I stop being the confident one you love,
I stop being the happy guy you know,
I stop being a good person.

I guess we'll never know.
Because I'd never admit that,
I'm too proud,
I want to be perfect,
So when I'm alone,
Everything breaks down,
My mask,
My fake smile,
My confidence.
Me.