I hate the taste of salty tears.
It's like the taste of pain.
Memories and reappearing nightmares,
It's all happening again.
I'm not better when I'm alone.
I can't imagine myself on my own.
This dreamy-like state that I'm in
Is going to take me whole.
It's going to rip me right apart
It's going to take all control.
It'll make me be the asshole I am
Deep down inside of me.
It'll hit 'restart' and it'll program
Me to be constantly moody.
It's taking it's toll right now, I know
I can feel it burning.
It started to burn a long time ago
And now the pain is crushing
Me and killing me and there's nothing I can do.
So I will wear my mask
With great delight as I pretend to be happy
And hopefully, no one will ask
About the pain that I am hiding.