sometimes i don't even know why i try things get heavy and i want to cry but i'd rather die then show all these things i feel inside my heart is broken my spirit is weak my pride was taken and now all thats left is this empty shell with a beautiful smile that stays glued to this face cause i'd rather pretend everythings okay and keep you blinded with my poker face i think of my wrongs more then my rights and every ****in night the demons come and take more and more of my soul away i'm haunted by this darkness i'm sacred at night and all i'm trying to do is make everything right but pressure comes in and i lose sight now i'm blind fallen and calling for help surrounded by this pain looking forward to a day when i can wake up and know i'm okay