Help Me
That fun loving girl that you all see
She's just a chirade, she's not really me
Inside my soul I feel like I'm dying
My withering heart hurts from my crying
I fell helpless and desperate into the pit of despair
Cos when I try to show my pain, it's like no one cares
My hands scratch my face and they rip out my hair
And my agonizing screams make no sound in the air
I look at my friends who don't know my pain
And wonder if they ever suffer the same
I always plan to tell them what's on my mind
But every time I try, my words get left behind
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