Crack in the concrete

Emotionally vacant, i, going through this mayhem.

No tears, i'm dry, even when i'm trying to feel i'm not amazed.

i am.. vacant.

Lost in a maze, the maze in my head,

depression, my head strangled but i'm trying to opress it.

A year going through this 'fase', i'm a mess and.. I needed someone.

That was the problem, someone who i can keep calling.

This feeling just remains, it's stalking.

I'm fallin'

 

Ever heard of a happy ending?

depending on your own initiative, how much time i'm spending.

And i moved. I found my own luck but what about you?

I'm happy, i'm finding out who i'm really inside.

I keep my head from the darkness it hides,

i hide, the feeling of missing you in my life..

3 years i've been in love of the person, future wife.

This enthousiastic optimistic girl, oh for so many years i wanted to you be mine.

Although there's distance on my mind,

so many reasons to find,

that's why my pain wasn't even worth a single dime.

I'm fine.

 

Now, after 6 months, we met up and the pieces didn't fall right,

never knew there was pain hidden inside,

more things on your mind than having fun, playing games and smiling, my sunshine.

And that's when i cried..

The person i loved, i knew for so long mutualating herself, hidden in her room,

just sounds like someone else.

Why do the greatest people experience the worst things?

Or do the worst things just create the best people?

Schizofrenia, the person i knew, her dark side exposed, where did she go?

I need her to have hope. How can i help!?

I want to be right by her side, but i, i chose for somewhere else to dwell.

 

I don't even live at home;

the consequences of living along side a psychopath, it just leaves me cold.

My mother screaming in my face forcing out a 'no'.

I can't go, stay or you'll never return to this home.

For days i was gone, alone with my thoughts.

Untangling the earbuds that were my problems, everything brought me here.

Growing fear of what was about to come, eventually..

Not one tear.

 

Stone man, forced to be a grown man,

through hard years i surrounded myself with the same people, not one time i could see you between there.

You were a secret, so hard for you to keep squared.

After 3 years you opened up, scared.

Scared that the feeling i had didn't remain, only because of the fact that life isn't always as fair.

After meeting your other side, i even saw it as more likely we had a life to share..

Surprise, not what you expected.

The fact you told me that you loved me back caused me to see a situation perfected.

Got me cracked up... you live on the other side of the country, where i used to live,

couldn't get up.. Irresistable yet impossible.

Perhaps another time we meet up.. See ya.