Sorrows Underneath
I think of all my problems.
I think of all my pains.
I think of all my sorrows
Until I go insane.
I think of all the smiles I’ve worn
Which hides my sorrow underneath
No one seems to notice.
That I go through so much grief.
My tears seem to keep flowing
Inside my tired eyes.
Each time I want to tell you
But, my words come out as lies.
These days I’m felling distant,
Faraway and weak.
My sadness pulls me further,
From the happiness I seek.
I’ve just begun to realize,
That my hopes and dreams are gone,
I’m walking down a dead-end-road
Humming a tuneless song.
I’m standing on a rooftop, although I’m afraid of heights.
I’m watching the cars underneath me move,
And somehow this doesn’t feel right.
Now I think of what I’m doing
I know I could find a way
To beat through my depression
And start living a brighter day.
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