I can see that you're stuck in a rut.
You are desperate to get out,
but you choose to sulk.
The darkness inside clouds up your mind.
Can't think straight
Put on that fake smile
People tell you to stop being stressed
They don't know that they are the reason for this mess.
They have seen you smiling,
but never cared about the tears inside.
You tell them you're okay
when you're thinking of giving up the fight.
One day everything will be fine
your smile won't be fake anymore
We were beaten up
but we're still whole.
In the end, we are broken machines waiting to be mend.
I am a few steps to closer to recovery
and I believe I will make it to the end.