I give up on everything.
Don’t care about a thing.
Acting like I’m okay.
So tired of smiling the pain away.
Not sure I can take it.
Not even for a little bit.
Stabbed in the back.
What is it that I lack?
Feeling pretty low.
Where’d the love go?
I’ll say that I’m fine,
Living so divine.
Just another cover.
Only so you won’t hover.
No more acting strong.
Not when everythings all wrong.
I know it’ll be alright.
Just maybe not tonight.
I need a little time,
And something to call mine.
Give me a moment to heal.
It seems all too surreal.
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