Maybe I am what I was before.
Maybe I’m nothing, maybe something more.
But how can I know when everything’s changed
and life, once familiar, now seems so strange?
I never understood just what I should do,
and I don’t know now, alone and without you.
Nobody knows what I hold inside
When I paste on a smile. I know that I’ve lied.
I don’t think I will be seen again.
I hold myself deep within.
And no mater what I say, all that I have loved
rots underground while I’m pacing around up above.