i never thought i wore my heart on my sleeve
yet in the race 2 cry between my heart my and my eyes
my heart won and began 2 grieve
though my eyes are kind of teary
they never really could see
my eyes are cold,
my smile and laugh have grown old
and i've become exactly
who i didn't want to be...
thinking bout the concept of death
i think of my own
so many questions
with the answers so unknown,
i'm really scared,
i keep wondering about my friends
i want to know who really cared,
when i die
when we say "friends 4ever til the end..."
i want to know who didn't lie...