Blood drips from my weary soul,
like the tears from my eyes.
Tears for you when you walked away.
You don’t see what you’ve done to me,
you don’t even look.
All you do is pretend
you hide yourself to make everyone happy.
So no one knows all you have is anger inside.
You think no one else will love that part of you.
But you don’t know is
I would love you either way.
You say all you want to do is help,
so everyone feels how you never felt.
I hate to burst your floating bubble,
but you’re not the only one hiding here.