The roses have gone black, the flowers are dying
Outside I'm smiling but inside I'm crying
I'm hurt, ripped apart, and beyond confused
I've become sick. I'm no longer amused
by these games life plays
The pain seems eternal, going on for days and days
The strain is infernal my body weighed in many ways
by the pressure, the stress
When you're younger there's so much less
Less drama, less suspicion
Children are free living solely on intuition
Their curiosity fuels them. They love and they trust without question
But as you grow older the innocence lessens
The naivety disappears and is replaced with a knowing
We know how the world works and begin to hide rather than showing
our true colors because they'll just be used against us.
So we bottle up every feeling and search for something to cleanse us
Eventually we give in and end up alone
Shaking in bed, trying to cling to a truth we'd once known
In the end...our only catharsis is to cry
Shed a million tears in one night and just wish you would die
No one sees or knows how much you keep in
But you have to be strong; it's on you they depend
Daylight breaks and so does your heart
Your wish didn't come true because you're still a p a r t
A part of a sick unfeeling world
You have to begin a new day, where all the bullshit is just hurled
back in your direction
Like you're the exception
The one who can just take it
That smile? You have no choice but to fake it
You'd rather hide away, cover your face with a paper sack
Keep your hurt to yourself; you can't let them see what you lack
You take all the hits, you don't falter or lag
You stand there just smiling...the world’s punching bag.
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