My mind is blank, my thoughts have left,
There’s nothing left to do.
And through this dreary, weary haze,
Are only thoughts of you.

I cannot eat, for all the food
can’t fill the hole that’s left,
I cannot breathe, for through the pain,
I cannot draw a breath.

My happy face begins to slip,
I’m losing my facade,
Expose my lies, my gross insides,
A heart that’s freshly scarred.

So pick me up, and stitch me up
And send me on my way
I’ll dry my tears and quell my fears,
Survive another day.