Sometimes, when everyone leaves me,

To pick up the pieces, all alone;

I cannot be strong when I've suffered this long,

Yet the weak never stood on their own.

How am I supposed to fight this

When all of it comes from inside?

The pain and the sorrow I'll silently swallow;

Sometimes all we have is our pride.

But it's not as though I can show it,

It's not as though there's not more,

For the dark and the pain and the memories remain

Regardless of what came before.

What can I do but bury

The feeling deep down in my soul?

The things you don't see that are smothering me

Have grown far beyond my control.

And yes, sometimes love is beautiful,

And yes, sometimes love is great,

But it's made me a fool, and it's harsh, and it's cruel,

And it found me a lifetime too late.