Broken Spirit

Everyday is torture.

Broken Spirit
Nice smiles cover up so much these days,
Makeup adds a nice touch too.
You’d never know that I wasn’t “okay,”
Whenever I’m around you.
The act I do seems to fool everyone,
You can never tell I’m sad.
But in the end when all is said and done,
You won’t know my day was bad.

*Because my spirit is broken.
My heart is aching in pain all day.
Yeah, everyday I’m holdin
My tears in, so you won’t see my pain.
And everyday you still can’t see,
Everyday you still can’t hear it,
That every time you look at me
You break my already broken spirit.

You smile at me because you don’t know
That each day you’re killing me.
You think everything’s going alright so
You don’t try to look and see
If somewhere deep inside I am dying,
If somewhere inside I’m hurt.
And every night when I go home crying,
I’m still wishing I was her.

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