I'm trying to put it into words, but it can be hard to explain.
Life is just a curse, all it gives is pain.
I walk down the street and see a child smile, just once, I'd like to know that feeling again, if only for awhile.
The one I wear is faux and cheap, the future awaits but I can't make the leap.
I don't know what awaits, but I'm afraid it will hurt.
I'm just an empty shell getting covered in dirt.
What does it mean?
To those around me, my true heart remains unseen.
I put on this mask to keep this burden from others.
What is it like to have somebody you call a lover?
From others I've seen, the pain they feel seems so different.
It looks like a pain that's worth going through.
But what is an empty shell supposed to do?
I don't want to stand still but fear has me frozen in place.
I can't lie to myself and say it's just one of those days.