You quietly came
and you quietly left.
It's all the same
wherever you went.

It seems like people leave
when I need them most.
How can I believe
if I'm lost?

You showed me kindness...
It must've been fate.
Now I cry in the darkness
and I can only wait.

A blade threatens my throat
and the edge is rust.
Am I suppose to have hope
when there's no one I can trust?

Late at night
my tears start flowing.
How can it be right
if I keep on crying?

So I smile for you,
making you think I'm fine.
Inside I'm trying to
find somewhere to hide.

Never believe what you see
for it will disappear...
But believe what you feel -
it's the only thing that's real.