I'm trying to find the reason,
Why this world's so cold.
The mask I throw on daily,
Is beginning to grow old.
I've hid my face for far too long,
I fear it might be lost.
I want to end the sadness,
No matter what the cost.
I'm hanging by a single thread,
Should I cut the strand?
Would my pain finally end,
If my death came from my hands?
Would it be a help at all,
Or counted as a loss?
My head spins til it comes undone,
My brain's forever tossed.
So I crawl back in my hole,
Never more to roam.
Waiting for someone to love,
To come and take me home.
