On the outside, I smile may be frozen. On the inside, I'm crumbling. Like pastry. No way to fix me. It feels like all the weights are being thrown on my shoulders. There's only so much weight my shoulders can carry.
Worse pain than this sickness I endure By being separated from you On today of all days. Well, our six months is just a month away now. I'll make it up to you.
It's been about 8 years 8 years since you've been gone I know too well now that everyone dies Everyone goes Everyone says their final goodbye Everyone takes their last breath And are out of our sights But when you died I was 6 I was a foolish little kid I thought goodbyes never lasted that long I thought that goodbyes couldn't last 8 years And on
Can I help you get back Back to where you belong You've been placed the happy ones Mistaken with cheerful Oh it's a shame They can't even see your tears fall You're not annoying You're not mean You just want some attention They ignore you They cut you off This isn't where you belong You don't belong here You don't belong
I've lost it. I'm tired of being the imperfect daughter. I'm tired. I'm sorry I can't be her. I hate that I'm not smart like her. That I'm not perfect like her. But I hate that I don't have your more. You have driven me to this point. With all your insults.