Whether it's in their words, their tone or the smile they try to sell.
You can't tell when the walls crumble and they cry to sleep at night.
It's an internal fight within these heartbreak walls, but on the surface - it's all alright.
You can't tell because you cannot see the images that swim in their minds.
It taunts, it stings, it hurts until the chord it finds.
A chord in minor, a sad tune played.
Tears follow, as if one has been so sorely betrayed.
But it's not that, you see, it's just a broken string - dangling weakly when strong it should hv been.
It's not you, it's me. For I'm about the worst person you could ever meet.
I cry, I curse, I lash out when you don't deserve.
Indeed I am the worst.
So, for your sake, in this world, alone, let me be.
