As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide

they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where

How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past

maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it

If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?

There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her

stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting