My soul cries
My outside lies
How I feel would bring pain
to my loved ones and the last they need is more rain
I wish my wounds would die
I hate to lie
i need to sob
But with so many who love me I'd be covered in a mob
I need to be strong
I know to think of others before my self is wrong
But it's what I need
Not a prince Charming on his white steed
All I can think of is how my soul cries
Shallow lies
Trapped in a cage
Full of rage
With my desire
Fueled with a gasoline fire
For him I'll slay
Before death comes to me and in a coffin I shall lay
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