I don't know what to do.

But I know this, I'm tired of pretending. That every things great, every things good, and every things fine.

Because its not. It's awful, it's horrible, it's empty.

And I go through it time and time again.

Give me freedom, please give me some faith.

I'm only here because you have been through way too much.

But how am I suppose to believe,

Anything you say to me?

So far it's mostly lies,

That only make you cry.

And I stay strong

And hard as a stone.

The hurts too much,

For anything else than that, anything else than silence.

I'm tired of pretending. That every things great every things good, every things fine.

There's a fine line. Because its not, it's awful, it's horrible, it's empty.

And I go through it time and time again.

Time and time again.