Dance Like No One Is Watching

I'm the girl that talks others out of suicide, She truthfully assures everyone how beautiful, lovely, wonderful, and precious they all are, because she doesn't want them to feel the same way she does, the opposite.

You know that feeling? When you're just waiting to get home into your room, close the door, fall into bed. Just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of desperation. You're tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. You just want someone to be there and tell you it's okay. But no one is going to be there. You know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. But you are tired, tired of being strong. For once you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won't be. But you're still hoping, still wishing. And you're staying strong and fighting with tears in your eyes. You are fighting.

You ever just feel your to the end of the rope. Ready to let go. Knowing there's no one there to break your fall. Like you're just a silent melody....just a ghost. There's no such thing as love is there? As said....what am I to you? Just a crime to commit...another shroud for your eyes....just a brilliant disguise. All I am is a statue cast stone. I'm just another break for your fall....a muse.....Just a ghost.