Sit down and read me like a book
Don't judge me by my behaviour, nature and my looks
Living with a broken heart
only adds pain to my body parts
Acting as if am very strong
But perhaps that's where I have gone wrong
I needed some one to lean on
But it's seems i only have me myself and I
I believe things will get better
But will things ever get better?
I look inside the the mirror,and I hate what i see
All the lies hidden behind my mask, when I pull it off my face
I hope things will be better and fine
Now am tired of the life of mine
I wish to great things to happen
But at the end will it really happen?
And will i ever be happy??
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