I'm not just dying on the inside.
to me i'm already dead.
just like the way i feel about you.
just need to stop running through my head.

You've broken me into little bits and pieces.
I'm to much torn apart to be repaired.
so I guess i must just have to stay broken.
without ever being whole again.

So i keep walking my life full of shame.
hiding my face as much as i can.
hating every moment of it.
driving me insane.

Well thats my miserable life for you.
I don't expect you to understand.
but I guess I should be use to it by now.
always being sad and broken.