IRC-Galleria

Lying all alone, wishing you would call.
Writing all my thoughts, has broken all my bones.
You gave it all up, you threw it all away.
There's nothing I can do.

What do I think you've done?
You know it's even worse than what's in my head.
You don't believe me when I tell you,
I don't want to be a fraud and pretend that everything's fine.
I won't be here when you get home.
I'm not gonna sit here and die.

I'll follow through again this time.
I'll swallow swords
Spit out my pride.
I'll be just fine.