Why do these tears fall
Why do these tears fall?
Why don't they stay hidden
Like all my feelings
Days, Months, Years, they all pass
So why do I feel the same?
Empty, broken
I've changed, on the outside, on the inside
Done all I could
Why am I still lost?
What's missing?
Aren't I trying hard enough?
I am, I am, I'm sure I am.
Then why? Why?
Am I alone?
Surely, I'm not the only one to feel this
Doesn't anyone else wear a mask?
Do they wait for darkness to hide their pain?
Is it me?
What I am?
What am I doing wrong?
I'm not perfect.
No one is.
It's hard but I'm trying.
Do they know?
Is my mask really secure?
Or can they see through it easily?
Can they see me?
The real me?
Beauty surrounds me.
So why can't I see it in me?
Music makes you feel certain emotions
Why are those created emotions
Stronger than my own?
My own. Muted.
So weak I can't be sure they're real
They seem real but afterwards
After, they're so weak I begin to doubt
Dreams, memories they blur and become the same
Which is more real?
A memory of a dream?
Or a dream of a memory?
Isolation seems to be a solution
But how can it be?
When it becomes a problem itself?