• The tears running down my face
    Have nowhere to go, no place.
    I wish I could talk to you,
    But I'm much too scared.
    What would you think of me?
    Would you even be there?
    Questions running through my empty head,
    As I lie there, crying, in my bed.
    I hate feeling so sad this time of year,
    But I can't get rid of this growing fear.
    This face thats looking back at me,
    I feel like it's not even mine.
    This pain that I'm feeling, it's
    Just another obstacle I have to climb.