Two personalities reside in me
One for the public thats happy
One for private thats miserable
The latter supressed
Building stree
I may collapse from the pressure at best
At home I dont recognize me
Crying for hours
He wont admit it...
I see the love in his eyes
Yet he wont come back
That reduces me
A ball of pain
Sleep becomes foreighn
I'm dying inside
A hollow shell I have become
Eaten away by lost love
I keep waiting for his call
It never comes
Tears are my reality
No cure
No key to unlock my pain
I'm trapped in an emotional vault
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