If you thought I was strong

Guess what? You're wrong

On the outside it may appear

That I'm free and empty of fear

But on the inside I am dying

Slowly melting, slowly crying

I don't know what to do anymore

Life is just a swinging door

Its opening and closing quick

And dropping on me, a ton of bricks

So what do I do now?

As through life I do plow

Wondering when things will change

Wondering if life will be a little less strange

But then again, why do I even ask?

As I face this disagreeable task

Because life's a little hard

From it we are all a little scarred

And now, in this time and place

It's just a fact that we have to face