i feel sick and worn <br />torn, left alone <br />don't want to be <br />me, dont want to shw <br />below this mask i wear <br />and tear it down <br />frown because of <br />love and strife <br />feels like a blade <br />a knife, cutting deep <br />i weep, i long <br />for strong caring <br />sharing arms to hold <br />fold into them, say <br />babe, i love you <br />i need you.. <br /> <br />because i do <br />you came just in time <br /> <br /> <br />b
