I’ve pushed everything to the past,
Because nothing ever seems to last.
I continue to be broken,
All of my wounds remain unspoken.
I just want someone to care,
But no one is ever there.
Why won’t they let me fade away?
They always demand that I stay.
But what if I don’t want to be here?
What if nothing seems very clear?
Do you want me to keep faking that I’m alive,
When I’ve never felt anything inside.
All of my words have been left unsaid,
All because the real me has been left for the dead.