All of these emotions they begin to collide, all of this sadness is getting
harder to hide, I guess poetry is the only way to confide, There are too
many happiness schemes I have tried, I guess that I shouldn't have
denied, all this hurt that I've hidden inside, and I know I should cut
my self wide, and pour all these feelings to provide, you with all the shit
you need to decide, whether or not I have died, I'll pour out the tears
I have cried, and tell of the lies that I've lied,and untie the
emotions I've tied, I hope this new truth does not divide, but rather
is a tool to subside, All the pain I've hidden inside,and the moon will
once again rise with the tide, And all of those times I've tried to
dwell and abide, will not be lost causes...
 
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