The Shortest Story Cuts the Deepest

Tears strolling down my face now,
gotta' be free, gotta' run away somehow,
something tells me to kill these thoughts,
I have to try and be strong and just hold on,
I have to ignore the pain of being kicked down,

Do I run or do I face them like this?,
scream to them that no one's fucking perfect,
maybe then they'll see the fighter behind the smile,
maybe then they'll know that I have to fight,
maybe then I can deal with it,

Do I scream now or do I try to forget?
yeah I know the world ain't fucking perfect,
you only have to look around to see,
that people ain't always free,
and all you gotta' do is try to forget your regrets,

Do I stand tall or do I break?
Do I watch everything go to waste?
Or do I laugh through these tears,
try to be strong by holding on to the years,
and look at my face, without hiding away...