I'm Dying Inside.
Some will say that sounds melodramatic, And they will roll their eyes. They will walk up to me on the street, Nameless faces, A casual acquaitance, Or someone thought to be a friend. They will say, "How are you, Jamie?" They will put on a pretense, Nothing but a game, And all just for show. So I put on my mask of smiles, And I tell them What they want to hear. Deep down cringing, And in my head screaming. No one really wants to know me, No one really wants to know my truth... I'm Dying Inside. When I found you, I truly believed I had found love again, And your eyes lit a thousand candles In my dreams. The touch of your hand Made me believe in life again, The smell of your skin Made me want to live again, And when you kissed me, Your lips held the promise That I would never hurt again. But You, You were one of them; One of those nameless, Faceless acquaitances Who would pass me on the street; One of those casual friends Who never truly wanted to know. So back to being Nothing... I'm Dying Inside.2:22 a.m. - May 23, 2003
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