Dying Inside
Stuck on the wheel
Sometimes, I want to cry Because I feel like I’m dying inside Then, for a moment, the pain subsides I forget my troubles and get back on the ride
But then the ride stops, and the pain comes back It laughs in my face and shouts at me: “stay in tack!”
I don’t know how much longer I can go on I’m starting to no longer feel like I’m alone There are two of me I’m slowly forgetting who I used to be The real me
