All I do is hide, it's really all it seems I do. I put on a mask every day, praying that no one will ask me what's wrong. I'm so afraid someone will ask me, and I'll break into a million pieces and become a basket case. Though, it seems like I secretly want someone to ask me...I secretly want people to care. I feel so far deep...my heart...it feels so heavy.
Don't hold your breath, I never said I'd save you, honey I play games.