These tears arnt lies
they run down because there real
when i feel alone
all i do is pray and cry

because nobody is here
people dont understand
that when i feel mad and i might act different

but its a sign that i need someone more then ever
because my life is in my pocket
i either keep it inside or i wont let you see at all

but when i keep it inside everything falls apart
all my dreams shader
all my friends leave
and its living my life again
and letting it fade away, again and again

My head heats up and thinks of everything ive been through
and its not a beautiful view
my broken heart
is now a fake real heart.

i never knew i would get back home
i should have ran
when i had the time
when i had the ability of not having a broken heart
maybe ill make it throught it all...