Sick 0f crying
Tired of trying
Yeah, I'm smiling
But inside I'm dying.
I can't even be set free
Can't be who I want to be
Just about to erupt
A mind set on self-destruct.
There's no turning back with death
Once you've done it, there's nothing left.
My head is always spinning
I've got to keep on singing.
The songs are what keep me here
They dissolve my grief and fear
They take away all the pain
While I'm the run away train.
Sick 0f crying
Tired of trying
Yeah, I'm smiling
But inside I'm dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem