I think I know what I most fear
In fact by now it should be quite clear
Anymore I have to fight with everything that I have to try and hide the tear
But no matter how hard I try
Eventually the facade fades and I start to cry
I’m so tired of it I’m tempted to roll over and die
I’m tired of the lie you're getting better
If that was true I wouldn’t be on the verge of a relapse
I thought I had ahold of myself but I guess I’m losing my grasp