"They say that every day's a struggle and it takes time
But do they, do they have a clue?
How do I, do I tell the truth from a lie now?
They're trying to say hello, it's goodbye tomorrow
Just put a little **** in the bowl..and you'll be all right!
You'll be alright."

It is no means to an end
But I roll one up again
My blanket from pain, fear, mistrust
The rain pounding on my windshield
As it fogs from the breath

They don't know, how could they
And if they did what would change?
I'm too broken to fix
You couldn't even pick up the pieces

I wear my facade so well
A cover in this masquerade
Aimlessly meandering amongst the crowd
Avoiding eye contact and human interaction

Don't get attached, this ship is sinking
It's sprung a leak, and is now ever growing
One day a smile, a "good morning" hello
The next, in line, in all black to see the show.