Feeling empty,
feeling lone,
I'm bored and upset,
no one's home.
Thinking about those times,
going back to those rhymes,
which you had written for me,
but that was once upon a time...
Still holding back on to those memories,
I remember every single moment,
spent with you was like heaven,
spent without you was hell.
But people think that my life is so much better,
without you it feels great,
what people see is actually fake,
beneath lies my hidden face...
Hidden with pain,
hidden with wounds unnoticed,
Tearing me apart;
Oh, saying all this is vain...
No one to listen,
no one to care,
Life is so much difficult,
and not at all fair!
