When you're all alone,
You get used to all the pain,
No mom, no dad, half your family gone,
it's tough to get through at first,
But just like braces or a broken bone, you get used to it.

Sometimes the sadness hits you by suprise,
But you get used to the tears in your eyes,
everyone always see's your smile,
but no one knows it's just a mask,
no one knows that the smile is a cry for help,
no one knows your cold on the inside.

Whenever you open up & tell someone about your past,
they're caught by suprise.
You tricked them, all of them with your devious smile.

Sometimes all you want to do is cry,
but the only thing you can ask yourself is why?
Why did they leave me?
What did I do?
Do they ever think of me?
These questions are still unanswered.
Your heart is still broken,
although you tried to glue the peices back together,
the glue is wearing off.