You think a friendship is growing, You feel so confident knowing That my life has been extended. Around others I've always pretended That I am happy. I've lost all sense of reality. This level of conformity is inhumane. I've grown uncomfortable with your fame. Your distanced looks of calm despair, Your painful sighs that harvest there Are hard to bear. I can no longer hide my fear; I wish to hold you near To me. I'm never free of hate and worry. I feel I should apologize, say I'm sorry For all the pain that I have caused you. It's been three, or rather two Months since I've let you down. I carry with me a frown That's cast in stone. I always feel so alone But this I tell you: I enjoy it so. Even more than you know. Alone I always sit with sadness in my eyes. I speak to you through endless lies But the truth is there, deep within. I now begin To fight my way back each day But from this road I often stray. Please guide me through those gates of Hell And in turn I'll try to tell My life to you. Endless worries, numbing pain, Standing up to strike again. Feeling lonely, such despair Living with an endless fear. Feeling hopeless All is lost Stiffened from a winter's frost.
