and i'm slowly breaking down
i cant fight it anymore

they have no idea how hard it is
if they could only understand

maybe it would help if i told them
but i dont want them to know

decisions to make
a million promises that i'll break

and all thats left are the many lies i've told
but all the rest of the world see's is a girl thats fine on her own

do they see i'm broken?
do they know that i'll never be fixed?
'cause fixing myself would mean giving up the one thing that takes the pain away

4 days without and 4 days struggling to live

i wish they knew so maybe they could help but
i fear that they'll all leave me alone never to be thought of again

fear one thing i could do without
now i'm breaking faster than ever