I can't seem to write properly anymore.
Because you walked out the door.
I want to show others how I feel,
But I don't want to admit that it's real.
Would you react if I told you I was in pain?
What if I told you my world was about to rain?
I want to be the strong one,
But I can't bring myself to say I'm done.
I wish there was someone out there,
Someone who I could count of to care.