Asking For A Miracle.
Tears I shed, while lying in bed my head full questions my face all wet,
I wipe my tears clean off my face getting ready for the same pace of pain,
My life is always the same, hiding the pain, faking the happiness, smiling is just a lie.
Crying, is a everyday thing for me, everybody just doesn’t see, ‘cause I sit in the dark,
Putting the object to my skin making that mark. As the colored tears run down my arm,
I feel relief even though there was some harm.
You want me to move on, but you should know im trying,
Even though sometimes your only lying, sitting in a dark corner crying having nobody their for you,
Hurts a lot, wishing this pain would stop and go away is asking for a miracle.
I wipe my tears clean off my face getting ready for the same pace of pain,
My life is always the same, hiding the pain, faking the happiness, smiling is just a lie.
Crying, is a everyday thing for me, everybody just doesn’t see, ‘cause I sit in the dark,
Putting the object to my skin making that mark. As the colored tears run down my arm,
I feel relief even though there was some harm.
You want me to move on, but you should know im trying,
Even though sometimes your only lying, sitting in a dark corner crying having nobody their for you,
Hurts a lot, wishing this pain would stop and go away is asking for a miracle.